Napalming the Glass Ceiling

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?