"Humans are somehow evolutionarily cursed enough to believe that the only possible romantic relationship is a flushed connection between one male and one female of their species. That's what being mammawhatsis has to do with anything: It's the only way they can bear children."

She puts her face into her hands and lets out a hysterical whimper. "They don't know the difference between platonic hate and conciliatory and concupiscent. I hate Andrea more than I've ever hated anyone in my entire life; it was so ashen and so unambiguous at first, but she doesn't distinguish between concupiscence and conciliation... and after long enough in her company, I can't either."