It's a mythical arena that they're standing in while the real fight for women is ignored. If I could conjure my struggle to be against something more reveled and diabolic, I would. Not the superficial, the mundane, the dull grey eye and rotting brain caused by years of force-fed egotistical charm. Power did this? Does beauty make us weak and strong? And the sickness that still holds us hostage within a force-fed media? What will they accomplish? What will I do in the arena while the fuckery plays on? Am I waiting for the blood to flow? Wake me up and bring me my sword.