The World is in desperate need of Angry Women. Women whose rage is so strong it cannot be contained any longer. Women who refuse to hold their tongues, tied politely in their tidy mouths. Women who are ready to march together, thighs spread wide, breasts forward & chins held high.
“Yes, I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness, sad as an eagle without wings, sad as a violin with only one string and that one broken, sad as a woman who is growing old. Sad, sad, sad...” ― Jean Rhys, Good Morning, Midnight