“He was large, but I was a goddess, and we were of a height. “I need your cloak,” I said to him, “and your tunic, at once.” His eyes narrowed, and I could see the reflexive no in them. I would come to know this type of man, jealous of his little power, to whom I was only a woman.” FeminismMisogynyPetty TyrantsPetty PeopleMicromanagerL Enfant Terrible Author:Madeline Miller