Ian burned a CD for me

the other day.

It included Regina Spektor's Chemo Limo.

That song tore me apart. A woman resisting chemotherapy almost in an attempt to deny the fact she will be dying; a woman looking at her children, being perhaps aware that she won't be there to see them grow- but still not being prepared to give in. She'd rather have a limo than pay for chemo; besides, it is making her tired.

Paul in his case presentation touched upon the sentimentalisation females suffer.

Can a woman afford to express healthy aggression or to develop an irreverent sense of humour?

I'm not a feminist. I refuse to see women and men as two tribes in war.

I still struggle, though, with defining what a woman is from a woman's perspective, beyond being an object of men's desire or a potential mother.

Regina's song captured what I was after in a few minutes. A woman facing her mortality; a woman as an existential subject, as human as it gets.