You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
When I was young I thought we had this shit figured out.
The battle wasn’t over but we had admitted that women are autonomous human creatures … yada yada yada. Sadly, madly, infuriatingly, age has shown me that a whole bunch of people continue to define a woman only as a meat sack that surrounds a baby-making box.
Not just an opening sentence — an opening salvo …


