‘Why has Philippe always gone for women of that kind – smooth, standoffish, pretentious? To prove to himself that he could attract them, no doubt. He was not fond of them.’
That’s a quote from Simone De Beauvior’s short story The Age of Discretion (which I am reading now at a sun-strewn table in a coffee shop near Harvard, because my life is just endless glamour and intellectual feminist discourse). It’s not just Philippe with that problem. We’ve all done it, babe.
Simone, you nailed it again.