Money Speaks, But It Speaks With A

Monroe, The Consummate Sexual Doll, Is Empowered To Act But Afraid To Act, Perhaps Because No Amount Of Acting, However Inspired,can Convince The Actor Herself That Her Ideal Female Life Is Not A Dreadful Form Of Dying.

Writing Is Alchemy. Dross Becomes Gold. Experience Is Transformed. Pain Is Changed. Suffering May Become Song. The Ordinary Or Horrible Is Pushed By The Will Of The Writer Into Grace Or Redemption, A Prophetic Wail, A Screed For Justice, An Elegy Of Sadness Or Sorrow. ... There Is Always A Tension Between Experience And The Thing That Finally Carries It Forward, Bears Its Weight, Holds It In. Without That Tension, One Might As Well Write A Shopping List.

Men Use The Night To Erase Us.

Genocide Begins, However Improbably, In The Conviction That Classes Of Biological Distinction Indisputably Sanction Social And Political Discrimination.

Sex As Desired By The Class That Dominates Women Is Held By That Class To Be Elemental, Urgent, Necessary, Even If Or Even Though It Appears To Require The Repudiation Of Any Claim Women Might Have To Full Human Standing. In The Subordination Of Women, Inequality Itself Is Sexualized, Made Into The Experience Of Sexual Pleasure, Essential To Sexual Desire.