"I cried because I want my daughters to feel that blazing pride, that affirmation of their boundless capacity- - not from their husbands, but from their world, from the atmosphere, from inviolable wells of certainty inside themselves. I cried because it's not fair, and I'm so tired, and every woman I know is so tired. I cried because I don't even know what it feels like to be taken seriously -- not fully, not in that whole, unequivocal, confident way that's native to handshakes between men. I cried because it does things to you to always come second."
- Lindy West, "Her Loss" (via)
