From an ad for Audible.com: “Listen to a steamy novel while you iron your sheets.”
If I have a device that can use Audible, but am still using sheets that require ironing, I am grossly underestimating my time machine.
"Men come to me or to other feminists and say… ‘What you’re saying about men isn’t true. It isn’t true of me. I don’t feel that way. I’m opposed to all of this.’
And I say: don’t tell me. Tell the pornographers. Tell the pimps. Tell the warmakers. Tell the rape apologists and the rape celebrationists and the pro-rape ideologues. Tell the novelists who think that rape is wonderful… These men presume to speak for you. They are in the public arena saying that they represent you. If they don’t, then you had better let them know.”
I Want a Twenty-Four-Hour Truce During Which There Is No Rape (1983), by Andrea Dworkin.