Up on a pedestal or down on a pedestal, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman.
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The Robber Bride, Margaret Atwood
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