姐姐Cleo和Henry的对话。
(摔破杯子,用扫把怼)
Cleo:She is using the tweezers to pluck herself. She is plucking her vagina. The moment a hair appears, she pulls it out. She is raw, down there. She is raw. And do you know how I found out? Because I looked on her phone. And there they are. All her photos. 12 years old and she's giving regular updates on her vagina. To the boys. All the boys. Any boys who wants it. Because that's what they do now, the boys, they tell a girl she's dirty if she's got hairs, they tell her she's filthy, they tell her she smells, so she's literally pulling out every new hair, the second it appears. With her tweezers. The tweezers at the back of the shelf. And then she photographs herself, because that's her currency, that's who she is, that photo dictates who she is and where she ranks. On the league table. Of vaginas.
Henry: Jesus!
Cleo: They sit there, that little gang of girls, all her mates, ever since they were eight and nine years old, they've been sitting in this house, saying,"No boy's ever going to tell me what to do." And then they hit puberty and it's like someone flicks a switch. All of a sudden, a boy can walk in the room and they become slaves. On the spot. They are enslaved to him, like it's genetic. And there's nothing I can do to stop it. Nothing.
Henry: I'm sorry.