"I am a girl with no edge. And I feel so stupid about it, so apologetic, so persistently conscious that with all the trouble in the world, all the Bosnias and Rwandas to contend with, my problems seem so silly, so worthless. I feel ridiculous every time I want to scream out, "I am intense I am in need I am in pain I am in love." I feel like an idiot every time I think of the New York Times, the UN, the EEC, the former Soviet Union, the search for a cure for breast cancer - all those important macrocosms I wish I could be more engaged with. Instead, my life seems to be about stupid girl stuff."

"Heterosexual women live in a world of male pleasure, and despite our complaints, I must assume we like it like that. At the very least, I do. I like wearing high heels, and it's not because they make my feet feel good. When spring turns to summer and it's time to wear pumps without pantyhose and I get blisters on my toes and heels from friction and leather, I feel absurdly and obscenely delighted in the shackles of womanhood that cause this unnecessary pain, this silly Occidental version of foot-binding that is really just a variation on soul-bonding. I like being bound, amid all my radical feminism, to what boys want." - Elizabeth Wurtzel