Girls know who they want to have children with, and precisely which kind of children they want to have. There are a lot of girls who haven’t reached girlhood yet but are striving towards it, and that leads to a great deal of confusion, words, and dreams.
Girls are sublime creatures and they perish when they come into contact with solid matter: their wet hair gets stuck in the hairdryer, or the cassette player tumbles into the bath. Girls live in hope of mastering the material world with its hammers, screws and electric drills, but that world belongs to men. Unwilling to accept this state of affairs, girls arrange things so that the men, with their cars, aeroplanes and bank accounts, belong to them alone. And indeed, for a time, men are theirs.
Women cannot forgive girls, for a girl’s dre
