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Carrie Secor
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Tell
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2013
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Nice Girl
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2013
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It’s like an anxiety disorder on your wedding day
I told Mike, multiple times, that I was not nervous about marrying him. But as the day itself approached, I did start to get worried. I know myself and I know how my body reacts in times of great stress. I was worried that my anxiety disorder would not let me enjoy my wedding day. I could throw up, have a panic attack, get a migraine. I had been in two weddings; I had to leave both in the mid
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“What was this power, this insidious threat, this invisible gun to her head that controlled her life . . . this terror of being called names?
She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn't be called a tramp or a slut; had married so she wouldn't be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn't be called frigid; had children so she wouldn't be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn't want to be called queer and a man hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn't be called a bitch . . .
She had done all that and yet, still, this stranger had dragged her into the gutter with the names that men call women when they are angry.”
― Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn't be called a tramp or a slut; had married so she wouldn't be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn't be called frigid; had children so she wouldn't be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn't want to be called queer and a man hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn't be called a bitch . . .
She had done all that and yet, still, this stranger had dragged her into the gutter with the names that men call women when they are angry.”
― Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe
