My mother died recently.  I was thinking about how much I loved her and how many people would think she was just like other women.  What makes her different is she has me, something the lesser skanks on this planet suffer without.  Women don't understand that they are leasing their soul to men--their husband and children will consume her to the bone.  A woman is the entertainment of a lover, the slave of her own child she must feed and bathe.  Without this, what are you?  Will you contend with the men?

The angel I saw was female.  I love women, I really do, but they are not capable of loving us.