Betsy

“Social media is a curious thing. On the one hand, it offers an endless parade of ephemera from the daily lives of friends, family, and strangers—discussions of a fondness for yogurt, a picture of a barista’s decoration in latte foam, descriptions of excellent meals, pictures of pets and small children or maybe an abandoned easy chair on a crowded street corner. There’s all manner of self-promotion and relentless affirmation. There are knee-jerk, ill-informed reactions to, well, everything. The abundance of triviality is as hypnotic as it is repulsive.”
― Roxane Gay, Bad Feminist: Essays

“In this world, some time ago, far past anyone's remembering,women as a kind had done something so terrible, so awful, so fantastically cruel that they and their daughters and their daughters' daughters were forever beyond forgiveness until the end of time- unforgiving, distrusted, enslaved, made to suffer for the least offenses committed against any man. What was remembered were the terms of our survival as a class: We were to be docile, beautiful,uncomplaining, pure, and failing that at the least useful.bin return we might be allowed something like a long life. But if we were not any of these things, but a man's reckoning, or if perchance we violated their sense of that pact, we would have no protection whatsoever and were to be treated worse than any wild dog or lame horse.”
― Alexander Chee, The Queen of the Night

“It’s a sad indictment of society…” Layla pants as they sprint for the stop, “that your boobs will probably get you further in life than my brains and talent.”
― Lauren Beukes, Broken Monsters

“Wallpaper. Decoration. Her whole life and person, whittled down to nothing. “I don't accept that,” Etta said. I'm neither of those things. And, for the record, neither are you.”
― Alexandra Bracken, Passenger