What's the matter, cuz? We're family, after all. No reason to be uncomfortable-- besides, I know they're nice to look at. Let me help you with your boxers and we'll see how comfortable we can get.
The intellectual Feminist endures the indignity, of having her glasses taken off and brutally stomped into pieces in front of her. It doesn't matter if the world is a blur to her, she is an object to be looked at, and she doesn't need to be reading books
