Tell me, do these women look happy to you? Or do they look like they’re faking it?
I mean, gabardine is not exactly denim.
Pumps are not exactly Nikes.
Nylons are not exactly fuzzy socks.
And desk stances are not exactly armchair leans.
I think women are amazing. They can fake anything.
We type reports that bore the diggins out of us.
We drive to work with our maxi pads in our purses.
We answer nonstop ringing phones like smiling, satisfied robots.
We take our paychecks and stretch them from here to Nova Scotia.
We’re Superwomen.
