Female is real, and it’s sex, and femininity is unreal, and it’s gender. - Germaine Greer

Not all love is comprehended in such a description, but the sickening
obsession which thrills the nervous frames of the heroines of
great love-affairs whether in cheap ‘romance’ comic-papers or in
hard-back novels of passionate wooing is just that. Women must
recognize in the cheap ideology of being in love the essential persuasion
to take an irrational and self-destructive step. Such obsession
has nothing to do with love, for love is not swoon, possession or
mania, but ‘a cognitive act, indeed the only way to grasp the innermost
core of personality.

Nothing is more chilling than such a spectacle of unremitting self-sacrifice. This is a woman born to be abandoned by her ungrateful husband at the very pinnacle of success she helped to make for him, for a shameless hussy of nineteen.

The surest guide to the correctness of the path that women take is joy in the struggle. Revolution is the festival of the oppressed.