Modern woman is man’s greatest creation. She is our most perfect objet d’art.
We have made her beautiful and yet insecure; educated her and then ignored her ideas; shared with her our work but only let her reach so far. We’ve told her she’s precious, and then treated her like she’s disposable. We have unleashed her sexuality, and then shamed her like a dog for her every exercise of that franchise. Under our direction, she has grown into a deeply complicated, compromised creature so mysterious that she can scarcely understand her place in the world.
And still she loves us.