She was really sold on it years earlier

but something of it

in it

was changing

and it wasnt changing for the better

when she bought it

she recognized its value

its immediacy  its inherent expediency and efficacy

deftly she realised what import it would bring to her life

 

but that helpfulness  beneficence  had eroded

and was reminding her of the men in her life

which to her credit

shed shed

who thought they knew what was in her best interest

knew  utterly  what was best for her

and they laid their dictates

not at her feet

but boldly dropped them in her lap

as if she was going to possess them out of hand

without question

because

they said

which was ludicrous

because if she spun it around on them

they wouldnt parse a naked second to ask her who the hell she thought she was

or

who the hell she Imagined she was talking to

they certainly didnt need her help

--   No Shit

and she certainly didnt need their help or what they thought she ought to do

--   I didnt ask

they didnt like her tone

they didnt like that she spoke frankly to them (or was it  failed to coddle their Manhood)

hilarious

her sex wasnt to efface the two-way road their sex had established  paved  and rode

and by virtue of her sex

she was

explicitly

less than them

and now this
candor

a horrible carnival mirror
 

IT

trying to tell her what to do

and if she didnt follow through on ITs commands

if she didnt defer to ITs prying

or

Roll Over

when IT told her to

that she was an impediment

she was either a glitch to be dealt with or a glitch to be eliminated

Glitch

that same old sorry song

it didnt matter to her if it came out of the mouths of Men or crept across her Interfaces 

screen or generated by her Operating System

 

the two werent dissimilar

frankly

for all she cared

echoing their vernacular

they could take a flying fuck

1618,  Wednesday,  17  9. 14