“As Dr. Byford explained, she was really the victim of a vicious, peculiarly female psychological disorder: she felt on thing and did another. She was a stranger to herself.
And were they still like that, she wondered- these new girls, this new generation? Did they still feel one thing and do another? Did they still only want to be wanted? Were they still objects of desire instead of- as Howard put it- desiring subjects? Thinking of the girls sat cross-legged with her in this basement, of Zora in front of her, of the angry girls who shouted their poetry from the stage- no, she could see no serious change. Still starving themselves, still reading women’s magazines that explicitly hate women, still cutting themselves with little knives in places they think can’t be seen, still faking their orgasms with men they dislike, still lying to everybody about everything.”
-On Beauty
Artist: Shuto Okayasu