at 16, i could barely read through elizabeth wurtzel’s bitch: in praise of difficult women. now, in my early twenties, wurtzel’s words ring true:
“…All this I'm really a lady, I'm really a nice girl crap- who needs it? It really is nothing more than surrender.
I don't think it's really about being bitchy or demanding or cold or calculating: those characteristics, after all, can be attached to most women with even the paltriest of evidence. I think, quite frankly, that the world simply does not care for the complicated girls, the ones who seem too dark, too deep, too vibrant, too opinionated...”
it’s a canon moment in every girl’s life when she realizes the world does not care for her complexity, just her complacency. thank god our foremothers did not accept the status quo.
tracing our matrilineal march for the right to vote, broadway actress shaina taub scripted suffs. the musical is not about bitches. but it is a…
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