Misunderstood
Okay, I don't normally like to explain anything I've written, usually because it's not very interesting, or I just like the work to stand for itself. But it this case I'm in danger of being more misunderstood than usual.

The whole girl on a bike in the rain thing isn't what I think all women should be, not at all. It was just my image of what the most pure symbol of happiness I can think of. Of course, it's not the most profound, powerful thing in the world to me--there's better things like friendship or love or chocolate chip pancakes, but all those other things come with complications--lies, betrayal, etc.--which stain the experience, but as the old saying goes, pain with pleasure. I get confused with all the complications in life, and it's hard for me to draw the line between what's moral and what's going to far. In a country where men take it for granted that they will sleep with women besides their wife, that and all the other emblazoned obscenities in the world get to me, so I was just happy to see something I could clearly identify as good and pure.

But there are lines for me. Women can go and do what they please, in my mind, as I grew up with a family of feminists I learned this well. They can dance on the pole or make movies that would make their fathers cry, and I won't stop them, but there are lines between that and the life of a nun, and we all have what feels right to us. And to me, at least for women, the secrets of the bedroom should stay there, not be broadcasted on the tv, radio or a conversation over beers. Don't want to hear it from my sister, my student or my best friend. But like I said, I ain't goonna stop you girl.