graphic by kayleigh woltal
too loud you are, little girl, too much have you not been taught the feminine dance? we begin with a wake up call; you are the lesser being your body made only to facilitate the growth of another— a breathing incubator, hold your pearls tight. next, i’ll teach you submission, it’s a careful art— you must learn to weave your way between the egg shells and the glass step here, twirl there, beware! the ego is a fragile thing. your final move is so: give over your emotions. play your role cautious, but not callous. after all, a woman with emotions is a mad woman and a mad woman is not a wife. once you have learnt all these steps you’ll hear a call to the stage. your feminine dance begins.