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  elizabeth wurtzel  
 
  The point of feminism--of any civil rights movement--is every person's right to be who they are. -- pg. 282  
 
In the case of Amy Fisher, you have a girl who figured out that men like sex, and they like it with her, but did not absorb the lesson about displaying her sense of self by putting the brakes on things once in a while. -- pg. 119  
 
  Courtney Love is a controversial figure for a vast assortment of reasons that touch on all aspects of sex, drugs and rock and roll, and still, I think that ultimately the scariest thing about her is that she wants. She wants and she's not afraid to say that she wants and what she wants, -- pg. 213  
 
Violence in love is deeply instinctive, creating covalent bonds between sweetness and cruelty, it is the easiest way to portray intensity in romance, it is the most direct metaphor for complicated crazy love, which is why it is used in art so much, which is why good feminists and old-fashioned moralists alike find themselves drawn into the meaning of its allure. -- pg. 333    
 
  One reason I think many bad girls come to a nasty end is a lack of conviction: they recoil at their own badness and try to be the sweethearts they were raised to be. -- pg. 18  
 
Gloria Steinem believes that women get more radical with age because they become less valuable--their merits as sex objects are diminished, their function as breeders is depleted--as time goes on. She may have a point--Bridget Hall is surely making more money at fifteen than she will ever make as an uneducated fifty-year-old who learned everything she knows during her sixth stay at Hazelden (not that all models are brainless boozers, but by most accounts Hall is). -- pg. 129    
 
  Sylvia Plath suffered from wanting so much in a world that did not allow women to want anything at all--anything, that is, outside of their allotted roles as unmarried women in the steno pool and married homemakers in the neighborhood coffee klatch. -- pg. 213  
 
It's kind of become the party line for young feminists to talk about wanting to be sexy and wear lipstick, to wonder if they'll ever marry. I myself do this. But the whole thing has become sort of routine and obvious. -- pg. 289    
 
  Look, it is hard to be a girl, a person, these days. We are single for so long, we are hurt in a million different ways, and we wish we could just have restitution, a little recognition of our heartaches. But we can't. This is just the price of freedom, and I doubt bondage is preferable. -- pg. 267  
 
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