"Ever since I was a little girl, my fairy tale ending involved a
pantsuit, not a wedding dress. Success meant doing something well enough
to secure independence. My something was my writing...I decided I could not consider myself successful unless I was somebody
powerful, somebody nobody could hurt. Success became a means to wrest
back control, literally to increase my value..."
--by Jessica Knoll, "I Want to Be Rich and I'm Not Sorry," The New York Times
While my mother and I were driving home, my mother mentioned that I used my intellectualism as a shield, to keep people at a distance, to keep from being hurt.
"That's exactly what my last therapist said," I remarked.
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