#myth

#myth

The man in the wind who keeps us awake tonight is not the black monk of the wind cowering in corners and crevices, or the white face under the streetlight stricken with the guilt of his noise, or the great slapping hand of the wind beating and beating the rainy alleyways while the torturer proceeds with the interrogation and the prisoner's risen voice bleeds over cymbals and timpani.

Women are ruining the workplace. Before women, of course, the workplace was perfect. It was full of trees. There was no need to labor with your hands. You didn't have to wear pants, or any form of clothes. Every kind of animal was there. You could just sit around all day and call, "Quiet. Quiet, piggy!"and nobody batted an eye, except for the pigs. It was your job to name them.