It’s funny, when you’re a child you think time will never go by, but when you hit about twenty, time passes like you’re on the fast train to Memphis. I guess life just slips up on everybody. It sure did on me.
She had stayed a virgin so she wouldn’t be called a tramp; had married so she wouldn’t be called an old maid; faked orgasms so she wouldn’t be called frigid; had children so she wouldn’t be called barren; had not been a feminist because she didn’t want to be called queer and a man hater; never nagged or raised her voice so she wouldn’t be called a bitch…..
She had done all that and yet, still, this stranger had dragged her into the gutter with the names that men call women when they are angry.
Evelyn wondered, why always sexual names? And why when men wanted to degrade other men, did they call them pussies? As if that was the worst thing in the world. What have we done to be thought of that way? To be called cunt?
Evelyn Couch, Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe