When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her breath: “free, free, free!” The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
- The fact that this was written by a feminist i find even more ironic than the story and ending itself. I mean, how much of a sicko do you have to be like "I'm free" only moments after you're loving husband dies? That’s hilariously bad.
- Oh, I'm sorry, then the entire, "oh, even if we don't mean to, we all shackle our loved ones or make them less free to a certain degree" that just sounds like you've never been in a healthy relationship? Haha.
- I don't know, I wouldn't take this piece too seriously I saw it as nothing more than a satirical short story that brilliantly pokes fun at how the stereotypical feminist is viewed in a negative connotation. like, this obviously exaggerated and almost unrealistic story is told the way it's told by the person it's told to I think combat the negative connations of feminism, and they do that with irony and playing into the negative stereotypes to show how unrealistic and crazy it sounds. At least that was my takeaway from the piece.