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“Of course, there have been unruly women for as long as there have been boundaries of what constitutes ‘feminine’ behavior: women who, in some way, step outside the boundaries of good womanhood, who end up being labeled too fat, too loud, too slutty, too whatever characteristic women are supposed to keep under control.”

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Book:Too Fat, Too Slutty, Too Loud: The Rise and Reign of the Unruly Woman

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