Are you a Lolita, the next generation of us who will suffer from that disillusioned ideal the world expects of us?

Is it a shadow of doubt that you have painted over your eyes -- finely lined -- a colour matching the light copper of your hair?

Do you expect to charm with the yellow sheet of mathematical exercises over your too-short skirt?

Would it have made us irresponsible mothers for not having been able to explain that no matter what we do, the world has not yet learned to reconcile our beauty and our intelligence?