the anti-heroine of an era of bathtub gin, organized crime, and jazz, clouded in the smoke of fired guns and cigarettes.
“We’re meant to believe we’re lucky to have someone, that we’re worthy only if chosen by someone else.
Like stunted trees, we plant roots and grow up on the water of these ideas, never daring to ask for more, never questioning.
I never wanted to buy into it. I told myself I was different, that my bark was impenetrable as armour.
Really, I never considered that every other girl might be convincing herself of the same thing.
I always thought I was an unusual girl, but those ideas have shaped me.
I’ve grown up as twisted and gnarled and fragile as the rest.
You see, we’re all fed by the same poisoned stream.”
Like stunted trees, we plant roots and grow up on the water of these ideas, never daring to ask for more, never questioning.
I never wanted to buy into it. I told myself I was different, that my bark was impenetrable as armour.
Really, I never considered that every other girl might be convincing herself of the same thing.
I always thought I was an unusual girl, but those ideas have shaped me.
I’ve grown up as twisted and gnarled and fragile as the rest.
You see, we’re all fed by the same poisoned stream.”