Chapter Fifteen
Once your eyes are open to your fundamental self, the temptation is to assume everyone else is still blindfolded, that the very feminine woman you just passed on the sidewalk is wearing that skirt because society zipped her right into it. While you may be right, this feeling of superiority and accompanying disdain only perpetuates the problem.
–Dr. Abigail Rosen, The F Word: Femininity in the New Century
Carol didn’t move to Mitch’s that night or even the next day. She did, however, put the rest of Grandma Arlene’s mac and cheese to good use, feeding it to the boys until they were narcotized and docile enough that she and Brian could spit out the news of their impending separation. Stock, hackneyed phrases cushioned sharp bits of truth.
“Your mom is moving out.”
“Dad a
