We are not a quota. We are half of humanity, we have already come for half of everything, we are not going to settle for crumbs.

They are blinded and that is why they have been rewarded for the simple merit, apparently important, of having hanging genitals. When all the newspaper signatures were male, they did not cry out to heaven for such flagrant injustice nor did they notice our absence. In their comfortable fratry they must have believed that the table set, the shirts ironed and the well-loved children well cared for were things that were done alone.