Hikaru’s Reviews > The Handmaid's Tale > Status Update

[So now I imagine, among these Angels and their drained white brides, momentous grunts and sweating, damp furry encounters; or, better, ignominious failures, cocks like three-week-old carrots, anguished fumblings upon flesh cold and unresponding as uncooked fish.]

Here's Offred throwing more shade at the men with all the power and the poor girls who are forced to be with them.

[But you aren't expected to love him. You'll find that out soon enough. Just do your duty in silence. When in doubt, when flat on your back, you can look at the ceiling. Who knows what you may see, up there? Funeral wreaths and angels, constellations of dust, stellar or otherwise, the puzzles left by spiders. There's always something to occupy the inquiring mind.]

How sex with men felt to me before I realised shit.

"Better never means better for everyone. It always means worse, for some."

Well if that doesn't apply to 2020.