Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it's all a male fantasy: that you're strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren't catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you're unseen, pretending you have a life of your own, that you can wash your feet and comb your hair unconscious of the ever-present watcher peering through the keyhole, peering through the keyhole in your own head, if nowhere else. You are a woman with a man inside watching a woman. You are your own voyeur.
by Margaret Atwood
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The text reflects on the pervasive influence of male fantasies in women's lives, suggesting that women's identities and experiences are often shaped by what men desire or imagine. It highlights the dichotomy of being either exalted or subjugated in a man's eyes, emphasizing the societal pressures women face to conform to these fantasies, whether by appearing strong or being perceived as weak. Every aspect of a woman's existence is intertwined with these expectations, influencing their autonomy and self-perception.

Furthermore, the notion of authenticity is scrutinized; even attempts to assert independence can be seen as fulfilling male fantasies. The metaphor of being watched suggests that women often internalize these male perspectives, becoming their own observers and critics. This creates a conflict between true self-awareness and the filtered identity that caters to men's fantasies, ultimately portraying the struggle women face in balancing personal freedom with societal expectations.

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