She knew he knew. He was only trying to force her into the same old degrading patterns because she was going to have his child. As she spread her hands across her ever-growing stomach, she was determined to no longer allow him to treat her this way. She was, after all, the product of one of the best liberal colleges in the Northeast. She had given up everything - her beautiful shaved scalp, her fulfilling job in an intellectually stimulating work enviroment, her nicely furnished one room studio flat - everything she had, she had given it up for him. And this - this was how he repayed her? With this reinforcement of her negative value as a woman? She would not stand for it. Her conscience would not allow her Yes, he'd been cruel to take her away from all that "fulfillment." Did she really think her boss was going to leave his wife... for her? His wife was a Kennedy, for God's sake! A Kennedy! (Well, her mother's mother had been a Kennedy. Or been drowned by one. Or something. Whatever.) Intellectually stimulating job indeed, he brooded. Wasn't betting on horse-racing intellectually stimulating? For Pete's Sake! If you didn't know the dame's sire you could be completely taken in! But who was he kidding, she was as likely to yell "move yer bloomin' arse!" at a horse race as Eliza Dolittle. Why had he even married this midwestern, first-generation college, once-removed blue-collar, public-school, tie-dyed indie rock wannabe anyway? Oh yeah... he was drunk and it was July in Monte Carlo. For the rest of his life he'd warn young men from Martha's Vinyard; don't vacation in Monte Carlo. Who knows who your waitress will be?!
Yes, he'd been cruel to take her away from all that "fulfillment." Did she really think her boss was going to leave his wife... for her? His wife was a Kennedy, for God's sake! A Kennedy! (Well, her mother's mother had been a Kennedy. Or been drowned by one. Or something. Whatever.) Intellectually stimulating job indeed, he brooded. Wasn't betting on horse-racing intellectually stimulating? For Pete's Sake! If you didn't know the dame's sire you could be completely taken in! But who was he kidding, she was as likely to yell "move yer bloomin' arse!" at a horse race as Eliza Dolittle. Why had he even married this midwestern, first-generation college, once-removed blue-collar, public-school, tie-dyed indie rock wannabe anyway? Oh yeah... he was drunk and it was July in Monte Carlo. For the rest of his life he'd warn young men from Martha's Vinyard; don't vacation in Monte Carlo. Who knows who your waitress will be?!
She couldn't believe his arrogance. She knew that she was smarter than him - she had scraped her way up from the bottom, while he had never worked a day in his life and had skidded through college on his good looks and Daddy's money - and he dared to imply that she was foolish for becoming pregnant! "Didn't you ever watch Friends?" she screamed. "Don't you know that condoms only work 97% of the time?"
But, like poor Ross and Joey, he had no idea. Now he was left with the sad image of a life married to her, a woman of ten times his intelligence, and their baby.
"I'm not going to stay with this idiot for one more second," she thought to herself, as she picked herself up and walked out the door.