how long must a woman go without makeup before she assumes a manās role and a manās power in relation to women and, apparently, feminine men? where does the male entitlement live on my body? is it in my leg hair? does it rush under my collar when i button my top button? is it stored in the extra space in the pockets of the jeans i bought on the wrong side of the store? did it creep into my brain when i learned the male art of computer programming, does it get stronger every time i read binary? is it in the air that fills my lungs when i fight back decades of drummed-in habit, take a deep breath, and assert myself without apologizing? is it what supports my feet when i walk in sturdy, flat shoes? where do you find the man in a disobedient woman?
