i raise my handand muster a polite toneand tell you that proper MLA formatrequires your name and date at the top. old-fashioned ideas of american familiesrise like bile from your mouthand i force myself to contain my angerand i tell you to waste your sexist idealisms on a different crowd. you prompt us to journal.our question is, "what do women want?"my mouth goes dryand i convert my anger into analysis. the puzzled expression you makewhen i use academic wordsfrightens me for upcoming studentsand the quality of our education. i'm sure you mean well enough,but i am not a child.responsibilities rest on my shoulders like planetsand it would be respectful to treat me as a young adult. i'm so sorry if i may come off rude,but i am containing outrageat the time i've wasted in your classroom.regardless, bless you for trying.