A few years ago, Cindy joined one of those dreadful reading groups, where unhappy, repressed middle class lesbians talk for five minutes about some novel they don't understand and then spend the rest of the evening moaning about how dreadful men are.
Cindy became a member of a reading group that she found quite unpleasant. The group consisted mainly of dissatisfied, repressed middle-class lesbians who would briefly discuss a novel they struggled to comprehend. However, the majority of their time together was spent lamenting their negative feelings towards men.
This experience highlights the challenges and dynamics within the group, where meaningful literary discussion takes a backseat to personal grievances. It's a portrayal of how such gatherings can sometimes devolve into unproductive complaints rather than fostering genuine conversation about literature.
