"Don't mention 'Scarborough Fair' to me," she said, 'it's a piece of
sexist trash."

"Sexist?" he asked, incredulous. "How is it sexist."

"You ever listen to it?" she demanded. "'She once was a true love of
mine.' Sounds like he goes through true loves like Kleenex, doesn't
it?"

"Um--"

"It's jerks like that who are the scourge of a straight girl's
life. Guys who talk all about love and shit, and get all moony, and
then one day they change their minds and run off.

"You know, once upon a time, they had kind of an excuse--they were
dying to get laid. Now that doesn't really apply. If you're looking to
get your ashes hauled, you can find a chick who's looking for the same
thing. But have these assholes disappeared?"

"Um--"

"No! And you know why?"

"Um--" 

"Because they're in it for the power! It's not enough just to get
fucked. They have to jerk some poor girl around, tell her a bunch of
sugar-coated bullshit, and then ditch her. That's how they get their
jollies, that's how they feel *important.*" 

There was a moment's silence. "It's got a nice melody, though," she
added.