“It’s time we woke up,” pursued Gerald, still inwardly urged to unfamiliar speech. “Women are prety much people, seems to me. I know they dress like fools-but who’s to blame for that? We invent all those idiotic hats of theirs, and design their crazy fashions, and, what’s more, if a woman is courageous enough to wear common-sense clothes-and shoes-which of us wants to dance with her?
“Yes, we blame them for grafting on us, but are we willing to let our wives work? We are not. It hurts our pride, that’s all. We are always criticizing them for making mercenary marriages, but what do we call a girl who marries a chump with no money? Just a poor fool, that’s all. And they know it.
“As for Mother Eve-I wasn’t there and can’t deny the story, but I will say this. if she brought evil into the world, we men have the lion’s share of keeping it going ever since-how about that?”
-from If I Were A Man, The Yellow Paper and Other Stories