An empty stage. One spotlight. A woman steps into the spotlight, unbuttons the top button of her shirt, speaks.
There are some women who call themselves feminists, who verbally subscribe to ideas that liberate women. But when it comes to relationships, they are still submissive and anxious to please the man.
There is nothing new under the sun, and history contains plenty of such cases. (I have been on a period-drama-watching binge. No doubt these examples are conflations of those storylines.)
The man has a past, a history with other women and men. She doesn't care. "What we have is valid," she says, knowing nothing of the past. The man goes on a trip and uses part of that trip to visit old flames. She's ok with it. But she pines away silently at home.
It's rare to be treated this well by a man, so anything he does warms her heart. Flowers, caresses, little romantic gestures. What she doesn't know is that he's been practicing on women for a long time. It comes as second nature.
Her other friends have all sorts of dirt on the man, but she never bothers to ask them. She doesn't want to know, because that would ruin things. It's nicer to think best of the man you're in love with, because your heart is infatuated and that's such a good feeling.
And so, in the end, the feminist becomes a hypocrite, still spouting out strong speech but succumbing in all other ways to the first man that treats her like she's worth the attention. It's not that she can do better--it's that he can. But only if she realizes it--and pushes him to be better.
Bad boys attract good girls, and that's been the story of mankind for ages.
Lights fade.
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