Kaelyn MacIver’s Reviews > When Women Were Dragons > Status Update

And now I realize, there is a freedom in forgetting.
Or at least it is something that feels like freedom.
There is a freedom in not asking questions.
There is a freedom in being unburdened by unpleasant
information.
And sometimes, a person has to hang on to whatever freedoms she can get.

And maybe this is the same with all of us—our best selves and our worst selves and our myriad iterations of mediocre selves are all extant simultaneously within a soul containing multitudes.

“There is a limit to how much we can hold, and how much we can keep in this world. It's not a good idea to cling to the things you cant bear to lose. That's how we break, you see?"

We've had to stop posting the exam scores, because the boys see her loafing in class, and yet still claiming that top score, with no thought at all to their teelings. I ask you, what does one do with a girl with so little regard for others?

Embarrassment, as it turns out, is more powertul than information. And shame is the enemy of truth.

It was too shocking.
It was too embarrassing.
It was too, well, feminine. Words stumbled and cheeks went red and the subject became impolite. And so the world looked the other way. It was, for almost everyone, like any other taboo subject—cancer, or miscarriages, or menstruation— spoken of in tight whispers and vague innuendos before changing the subject.