"Eve is undone as a woman, endlessly bruised, endlessly dying and coming back to life to die better. But now I begin to remember hearing figures of betrayed, wounded men; men who have women’s troubles happen to them; men who have the status of Eve, as if they lost their innate Adam. These men die like heroines; down on the ground they cry and moan, they lament. And like heroines they are surrounded by real men, veritable Adams that have cast them down. They partake of femininity, marked by some initial strangeness. They are doomed to their undoing."

Catherine Clement, Opera, or the Undoing of Women (as quoted in bell hooks’ Is Paris Burning?)

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