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The trick postfeminist mass media had pulled off, as Natasha Walter argued in her 2010 book Living Dolls, was that it had co-opted words such as liberation and choice to sell women “an airbrushed, highly sexualized, and increasingly narrow vision of femininity”—one in which we were expected to choose a life of being both willing objects and easy targets.

In music, rock’s angry women were sidelined throughout the decade and replaced by pop’s much-younger, much-less-opinionated girls. In fashion, powerful supermodels who demanded to be paid what they were worth and supported each other were phased out in favor of frail, passive teenagers. As the 1990s went on, culture gradually redefined feminism from a collective struggle to an individual one.

Postfeminism was vague; it seemed to define itself mostly in opposition to a boogeyman version of feminism, encouraging women to embrace casual sex, spend with abandon, and be as stereotypically girly or overtly sexy as they desired.

The Spaniards could destroy paper, but they could never kill the flame of my ideas.

There was a strange intimacy at watching my own words burn. Something like a funeral for a friend.

But she isn’t frightened of the dead. It is only the living who have the power to harm.

Surviving in remote places is all about setting up contingencies. If one thing goes, there’s another option to take its place.

Despite its wonders, Shearwater is not a tourist island: it’s too remote, too difficult to reach. Mostly no one comes here but a handful of researchers studying the wildlife, the weather, the tides. Certainly people don’t wash in from the sea.

I brought my children to Shearwater Island eight years ago. I was not expecting the island to feel so haunted, but for hundreds of years the lighthouse we live in was a beacon to men who built their lives upon the blood of the world’s creatures.

It’s not about need, Linus. That’s not what gift giving is for. It’s about the joy that someone is thinking of you.

you can always judge a person by how they treat animals. If there is cruelty, then that person should be avoided at all costs. If there is kindness, I like to think it’s the mark of a good soul

Truths are like flowers, better plucked at the right moment.

Humanity is so weird. If we’re not laughing, we’re crying or running for our lives because monsters are trying to eat us. And they don’t even have to be real monsters. They could be the ones we make up in our heads.

They are full of their parents’ standards, hoping to shape the world the only way they’ve been shown how.

Many people say ‘Better to die’ until the time comes to do it,”

"The glutton cannot turn his mind to God,” he said dismissively. “But neither can the starving man."

Animals are the same. They need friends. Have you ever watched two animals in a field? They may be of different species—a pony and a sheep—but they hang together.