There, someone shone a light in my eyes and started asking me incredibly idiotic questions.
"What’s your name?"
"What?" I asked, squinting at the light.
"Your name." I recognized Dr. Olendzki peering over me.
"You know my name."
"I want you to tell me."
"Rose. Rose Hathaway."
"Do you know your birthday?"
"Of course I do. Why are you asking me such stupid things? Did you lose my records?"
Dr. Olendzki gave an exasperated sigh and walked off, taking the annoying light with her. “I think she’s fine,” I heard her tell someone.
saying “if it benefits all genders, why is it called feminism?” is like saying “if they rescue cats from trees, why are they called fire fighters?”
plenty of things serve more than one purpose, but some are a bit of a higher priority on account of being a more urgent requirement