Life Is A Publicity Stunt. A Shill.

You May Well Ask How I Expect To Assert My Privacy By Resorting To The Outrageous Publicity Of Being One's Actual Self On Paper. There's A Possibility Of It Working If One Chooses The Terms, To Wit: Outshouting Image-gimmick America Through A Quietly Desperate Search For Self.

The Complete Destruction Of Traditional Marriage And The Nuclear Family Is The 'revolutionary Or Utopian' Goal Of Feminism.

The Worst Part About Prostitution Is That You're Obliged Not To Sell Sex Only, But Your Humanity. That's The Worst Part Of It: That What You're Selling Is Your Human Dignity. Not Really So Much In Bed, But In Accepting The Agreement - In Becoming A Bought Person.

The Rationale Which Accompanies That Imposition Of Male Authority Euphemistically Referred To As 'the Battle Of The Sexes' Bears A Certain Resemblance To The Formulas Of Nations At War, Where Any Heinousness Is Justified On The Grounds That The Enemy Is Either An Inferior [part Of The] Species Or Really Not Human At All.

The Lesbian Is The Archtypical Feminist, Because She's Not Into Men - She's The Independent Woman Par Excellence.