To ask what women are about gives me an instant image of a magazine. An image where things are carefully planned, nothing is left at chance, mistakes and errors are for failures. Perfection is a perfect home and family life with satisfying work, a career even. What women are about I often feel I do not wish to explore. It is a repulsive task, because there is so little new there to find. To me it is panic over a stain, panic over not being enough, grouping and talk that sets boundaries between people. I do not want to have anything to do with it. Pain of womanhood is in difference, that they are afraid to be someone who sticks out, says against, breaks the given patterns of womanhood, making a difference is more difficult for them than they dare to admit. Why is making things different overwhelmingly difficult and a question of getting appalled over? What would that difference be that is needed? How do women get rid off fear of abandonment, fear of loneliness, fear of loss I do not know. As long as women are ruled with threat of violence we probably will be afraid, because we are the weaker sex and we believe it.
