Emma ClineAt that age I looked at women with brutal and emotionless judgement. Assessing the slope of their breasts, imagining how they would look in very crude positions.
About This Quote
In the book, “If I Knew Then,” author Jodi Picoult writes about a young man who has a very negative opinion of women. He is going through a rough time in his life and decides that the only way he can feel better is to have sex with a lot of women. In order to do that, he must be able to control them and thus, he comes up with ideas for how he will have sex with them. The descriptions, however, are so grotesque that they make him sick. The young man also says that his attitude towards women was improved when he got older.
Source: The Girls
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