This message is for those women in our culture who gladly accept the precarious pedestal upon which they are perniciously pressured to perch.
Your disillusionment, well earned, will be well-deserved, once you are past your physical prime.
Your disillusionment, well earned, will be well-deserved, once you are past your physical prime and your presumptuous persona falls.
Always it was only a tower of cards.
Always you were only a mini-tyrant.
Always you were only social-veal.
Always your status as genetic-celebrity was only a precarious facade, by social-engineers.
But since you played along, as a mini-tyrant
and you welcomed your genetic-celebrity status,
you brought upon yourself this fall from a socially subsidized height.
Since you played along, and you welcomed being a flattered genetic-celebrity, you brought upon yourself this fall from a tract-manufactured grace.
