She could not describe or quite understand that it was not altogether jealousy she felt, it was rage. And not because she could not shop like that or dress like that. It was because that was what girls were assumed to be like. That was what men - people, everybody - believed they must be like. Beautiful, treasured, spoiled, selfish, pea-brained. That was what the girl must be, to be fallen in love with. Then she would become the mother and she'd be all mushily devoted to her babies. Not selfish anymore, but just as pea-brained. Forever this quote is from passion by alice munro.