âMale fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, itâs all a male fantasy: that youâre strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you arenât catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending youâre unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.â
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Margaret Atwood, The Robber Bride
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