After the fourth round of drinks, conversation turned to gender politics.
“It’s sexism, plain and simple,” she commented, “institutionalized sexism. As an evil genius who happens to be a woman, I have to work twice as hard as a man to make people fear me!”
I denied it, of course. I mean, I’d grown up post-feminism, and treated the women in my life with nothing but respect…
…now, weeks later, staring out at the flaming ruins of the city, her words remain with me. I mean, of course I fear her, but can I honestly say I fear her enough?