conversations with M

space: unquantifiable except that it's the exact breadth, width and height of the person from whom you want space.
why do all women need someone to share their lives with. It's as if they need a witness to their life, without whom they can't be sure they've lived or done or seen or conquered. Woman: the schizophrenic see-er who is observed and observes simultaneously, passive and active. she needs someone there to validate her existence, to acknowledge and proclaim it to the world at large. why don't we all rather hire photographers to take pictures of us eating chocolate, walking along the promenade, watching a film...
society's reflections are spilt on us, mingled with terms of endearment, 'babe', 'sweetiepie', 'honey'. I want no more of this generic gibberish, no more of society's expectations. Take it all, i am not a generic woman.
Maya Angelou spring forth.