Excuse me

If I don't get up

Excuse me

If I'm an unwed mother

Excuse me

If I don't have a job

Excuse me

If I'm a gap-toothed woman



Excuse me

If I don't stink of Chanel No. 5

And I don't drink champagne and I loathe caviar

Excuse me

If I get bored easily when men start talking about their jobs

And their money

And their ex-wives and ex-girlfriends

And their trouble with their mothers and their bosses

And their alimony payments and their goddamned visitation rights



Excuse me

If I don't have a boyfriend and I don't want a boyfriend

And I don't get wet when foolish men touch me

And invite me into the back seat of their expensive cars

Excuse me

If I'm not an ordinary girl or an average girl or like the girl you imagine next door

And I like the color black and naugahyde that is black and whips and chains and use coffee filters for toilet paper when I run out of toilet paper

And White-Out for nail polish because I like it

Excuse me!

Excuse me?



Excuse me

If I don't eat meat

And I'm against cruelty to animals

And I'm anti-vivisection

And I eat ice cream with nuts from the rainforest

Because I support the rainforest

Excuse me

If I scare you by the way I dress

And by my direct language that's never used in the universities or your senile boardrooms

Because I'm a product of the '90s

I'm a woman of the '90s

I'm my own person and I'm not a victim

And I've risen above the garbage heap I was born in

And I look down on you who've never seen a trashcan in your life

And I don't need your approval or applause



Just excuse me

Excuse me!

Excuse me



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