Sometimes I am cooking a steak and drinking whisky and explaining to my partner that it’s important to talk about feelings so I can find solutions and fix things, and I think, “Am I a … man? Or something?” And then I think: Hells, no. It’s just that men took so much of the awesome stuff for themselves for so long that awesome things sometimes feel man-branded. Stuff like steak, and whisky, and having enough agency in the world to be able to solve problems through actions.
A woman’s beauty is supposed to be her grand project and constant insecurity. We’re meant to shellac our lips with five different glosses, but always think we’re fat. Beauty is Zeno’s paradox. We should endlessly strive for it, but it’s not socially acceptable to admit we’re there. We can’t perceive it in ourselves. It belongs to the guy screaming ‘nice tits.”