"Of always fighting against feeling useless. Of how sad it makes me feel that sisters won't go to a midwife. Also, frankly, I'm sick of overprivileged, neurotic, crazy-ass . . ." She stopped talking. She tucked her crossed arms between her breasts and belly like a pencil behind an ear. "You were going to say white ladies." "Yes!" Gwen said. "With their white-lady latex allergies, and their white-lady OCD birth plans, and that bullshit white-lady machismo competition thing they all get into,"