Women are always expected to be the gracious hostess, quick
with an anecdote and a sprinkling of laughter at
others’ stories. We are always the ones who have to
smooth over all the awkward moments in life with
soul-crushing pleasantries. We are basically unpaid geishas.
But when we do not fulfill this expectation (because we are
introverted), people assume we must be either depressed or a
c.unt.
Maybe I’m a c.unt anyway, but
it’s not because I don’t want to blink and smile
at someone as they tell me they ran cross-country in middle
school.
— Amy Schumer,
The Girl with the
Lower Back Tattoo
