Make Your Way 7, Schulbuch mit Audio-CD

Form three groups and read one of the writers’ accounts about pretending to be a man for a day. Make notes in the table below the text. 23 A When I awake I’m naked, yet I’m fully clothed. I’m covered in hair and there’s this itchy prickle all over my cheeks. Feels as if I’m wearing a fur suit and haven’t taken my make-up off for a week. The experiment started last night, straight after I left work. For the next 24 hours I was to be changed into a man. My only objective is to get through it without anyone finding out. Well, who’s going to suspect anything with me in this goat outfit? I can’t believe how easy it is to get dressed. Don’t men have anything with straps? No hooks, no eyes and everything just slides on and stays there. You don’t have to worry about what looks fat and what sags. At the meeting this afternoon, they’re all pushing their chests forward and banging their fists at each other, and suddenly I’m doing the same. Because you can – it’s the hardness, that amazing flat chest, those know-it-all shoulders, that bullet head. It’s a kind of immortality, you’re never going to come to any harm. You can’t hurt them. (I know this for a fact – the mail trolley went into my ankle and tore my sock. I barely felt it.) Back at home, I watch with a mixture of relief and regret as bulges, smoothness and raw emotions return. I lie in a lavender-scented bath and go gratefully to bed to watch the movie I recorded last night. Except that I didn’t set the video right – it’s some sports programme. Completely baffling. By Julie Myerson Who’d be a man for a day? Femail asked three top women writers how they thought they would behave if they changed sex for 24 hours – then asked for a real man’s verdict. Men and women are so di erent it’s o en hard to believe we’re of the same species. But imagine you could become a male for a day. How would you feel? How would you think? What would you do? We asked three top women writers to put themselves in that position, then showed their responses to a real-life man*. B “Good morning, sir,” the hotel receptionist purrs, “This is your six o’clock wake-up call.” I’m on my feet for a full inspection of my new body. Then a quick sprint across the sand to the blue lagoon (this is my fantasy, OK?) and into the water for a long swim to feel this strange anatomy through every muscle. I like this – the streamlining of the body, this sleek chest and new strength in the shoulders and the arms, this narrow pelvis that’s not built to cradle babies. I feel more like a fish in water as a man than I do when I’m a woman. It is a man’s world, as every woman knows, and I begin to understand how being physically strong makes the ego bigger. Later I go into the closed-off corridors of power where men make laws that shape the private lives of people – of every person, male and female. I visit the Pope’s private rooms, I infiltrate the Masons, I sit with the Mullahs. Maleness is about the way the world looks and listens to you from the outside as well as what your hormones dictate from inside. So, as night closes in, I test what male hormones and emotions have in store for me – I go to see the last movie that made me cry to see if it still brings tears to my male eyes. Then I find a bar, order a whisky and wait to see what my testosterone will do. But I’m as confused as ever about the way men speak in code to each other; the gestures they make even when they are trying to be true, to be honest, to make friends. 16 Nur zu Prüfzwecken – Eigentum des Verlags öbv