...and all the trinkets unbound...

I don’t admire the trait of picking at things, at denying oneself pleasure and fullness. I don’t care for the idea that women shouldn’t want and love things. That they should keep themselves, including their bodies, but mostly including their personages, as small and breakable and empty as possible. That we should endeavor to be the right size to be picked up and thrown. That everything animal and pleasurable in life should be abstained from. That’s it’s impolite, it’s improper to to be insatiable. ”