"'The funny part,' Saul said, smiling while a few tears still flowed, 'is that I'm not ashamed of this. Two days ago I would have rather died than be seen weeping--especially by a woman.'
'Yes,' Mavis said, 'especially by a woman.'
'That's it -- isn't it?' Saul gasped. 'That's their whole gimmick. I couldn't see you without seeing a woman. I couldn't see that editor, Jackson, without seeing a Negro. I couldn't see anybody without seeing the attached label and classification.'
'That's how they keep us apart,' Mavis said gently. 'And that's how they train us to keep our masks on. Love was the hardest bond for them to smash, so they had to create patriarchy, male supremacy, and all that crap--and the 'masculine protest' and 'penis envy' in women came as a result--so even lovers couldn't look at one another without seeing a separate category.'"
That's all there is to it, period, end of story. There is a "We are all one" blog coming, with rationalizations and everything. You've been warned.