“I’m not a murderer….I’m just a slut, and you can’t be acquitted of that.”
All in contemporary fiction
The House of Hidden Mothers by Meera Syal
“What would they think of her now, her old lefty student friends, coming back as a fertility tourist? Was she now the colonial memsahib? The benevolent bringer of bounty or the ruthless trader, smiling her way back home?”
The Woman Next Door
“It was known that the two women shared hedge and hatred and they pruned both with a vim that belied their ages.”
The Heirs by Susan Rieger
She had been bred for marriage; even her high-powered Vassar education had only served to make her more marriageable to the right sort of man, and she hadn’t known what else to do with herself.”
Erotic Stories for Punjabi Widows by Balli Kaur Jaswal
Why was she ashamed? Because she was supposed to be; because women, especially at her age, did not ask for these sorts of pleasures.
The End of Men by Karen Rinaldi
“multi-tasking was a no-win bullshit scenario”