It was probably a mistake to agree to write a piece on gender and space. I’m now getting caught up on the theory and, boy, does it suck or does it most horribly suck.
Time is male while space is female; skyscrapers are embodiments of the inflated male ego; the chaos of the city mimics “the uterine form of the female body”, and somebody shoot me right now to put me out of my misery. Bleh, bleh, and bleh some more.

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