"... Of course my panties were showing. I was upside down. Gloriously upside down. What was I supposed to do—hold my dress up with my hands or something?
I open my mouth to protest.
'No talking back,' she stops me before I get a word out."
It never ceases to amaze me what kinds of proxies pass for morality—or "right" living. In the middle of raging human oppression and exploitation (apartheid), what matters is hardly underwear and "talking back—just more oppression in the face of an entirely rational and logical rebuttal).
"... Of course my panties were showing. I was upside down. Gloriously upside down. What was I supposed to do—hold my dress up with my hands or something?
I open my mouth to protest.
'No talking back,' she stops me before I get a word out."
It never ceases to amaze me what kinds of proxies pass for morality—or "right" living. In the middle of raging human oppression and exploitation (apartheid), what matters is hardly underwear and "talking back—just more oppression in the face of an entirely rational and logical rebuttal).