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“The idea that women's strong attachments to each other are what make them so vulnerable is horrifying. I count my close friendships with a few girls that I know as one of the best things I have going for me right now. My love for them leaves me open to hurt, but ... all love does, or at least that's the cliche. Perhaps girls and women do come to love each other too quickly, or once they are trapped into appearing as though they love one another, they don't want to back out of it. That is probably true. But a fear of confrontation in relationships is the downside. The ability to love easily is a positive.”

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Woman's Inhumanity to Woman

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Phyllis Chesler
Phyllis Chesler

Phyllis Chesler is an American writer born on October 1, 1940. Her works primarily focus on feminism, Jewish identity, and religious conflict. Chesler is known for her significant contributions to feminist theory and practice. more

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