The supermodels... That's all they are. Bottled promise. Scenes from a brand new day. Hope dancing in stiletto heels.
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness.
Why should her lover, just because he is male, be in a position to judge her against other women? Why must she need to know her position and hate needing to, and hate knowing? Why should his reply have such exaggerated power? The exchange reminds her that, in spite of a whole fabric of carefully woven equalities, they are not equal.
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