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Show 202 "And god damned easy for you to say!" She leaned forward more; I had never seen eyes which smiled less. "You men_. Who the hell are you to judge me? You can sit on your ass twenty-four hours a day doing nothing and then tell me what J_ should be doing. Screw you!" "Sorry. I was just raising the issues. Do you stand up when you draw?" "No, I sit on my pretty little ass." "And I sit on mine-not pretty-to read, to educate myself. To think. To be free." "You were sure free all last spring and summer." "If there were worthy jobs in our society, I'd have had one." "Go model. Be Art's little handmaiden. You want to take the summer off, sure, take it off, the government will pay you to do it. You want to go to school, sure, go, the government will pay you »*a*MJWw® to do it." "Should I take any job? Prostitute myself? Degrade myself? That's slavery and lies. If all workers refused--" "No, do what you want to do. Just let me do the same. l_ can't get paid if I decide to take the summer off. If I go back to school, l_ have to pay for it. And then how do I eat? Peddle my sweet little ass? You men, you always have the solution for us women." "I'd say it to anybody, male or female." "Sure, you're liberated. Instead of stay in the kitchen, it's make like an artist in a garret. Lay off, buddy, I'm god damned tired of men telling me what to do." All in the name of friendship-what a mess, me and my priggishness. The zeal and the strudel soured in my stomach, the coffee turned acid, my cigarette burned my throat. And then at the end, stiff and hostile with each other, when we got ready to go, I had to borrow money from her to help 7^'J for my meal. Neither of us laughed about it. |