At dinner with some married couple-friends who are trying not to choose between us now that we are divorced. There was an asshole lawyer there. He got into a long tirade about the status of women and I thought I was gonna have to kill him. Such gems as: Women who get beat sometimes like it. And: A lot of women just want to stay home and take naps instead of working. Yuck! We got into a discussion of The Story of O where a woman allows her lover to deposit her at a castle where she is ritualistically spanked and tortured for his sexual satisfaction. By the end, she’s walking around naked on a leash, wearing a feathered owl mask on her head. After the conversation moved on, he mutters to me: “You should go to that castle, Pearl.” I let it slide. Who wants to talk about a weird S&M fantasy book with a sexist asshole? Such exchanges are not required.
Going there in the first place was just an attempt not to be a recluse. That was a mistake. They ain’t my kind of people. The hostess said: “I don’t care if people wanna be gay, but why do they have to swish their hips?” Say wha-a-a-at? Boring, backward people. They don’t have to worry about choosing. I’m done.