I passed in a man's world not because my mask was so real, but because the world of men was a masked ball. Only in my men's group did I see these masks removed and scrutinized. Only then did I know that my disguise was the one thing I had in common with every guy in the room.
I am absolutely loving this book. It's surprising just how even-handed Norah's analysis of every situtation she's put in is, how she spells out the paradoxes of the expectations put on men by both other men, and women.
What I like best about all of this is that it's based off of her own experiences, it goes beyond mere hypothesising, and any evaluation she does make comes as a result of herself being in the relevant situations.