It wasn't that Allie won so much as George just didn't want to provide a lecture on how that was how anyone had gotten light prior to the invention of the incandescent light bulb. Yes the light bulb was far superior and George really didn't need any more eye strain as it was if she planned on continuing to use the same pair of glasses for awhile yet, but she would take what she could get. At least now there was electricity again and thereby working light bulbs, but those people learning to make candles had the right idea. It didn't hurt to have them. Especially for those who went out on supply runs and stuff.
George rolled her eyes at the bump and giggle. They were loud but at least loud sex guaranteed she was typically left alone. Not that she would ever partake in getting laid in a closet these days. She could just imagine what gross stuff was growing in there from all the people using it. It'd probably light up like her nail polish if someone ever took a black light to it. She shuddered at the thought. So unsanitary and George really wasn't looking to get any venereal diseases any time soon.
She supposed she could understand that reasoning. Dance wasn't all that different. You tell a story with your movements and facial expression. One of her favorite ballets was the Nutcracker growing up and she always wanted to perform it one day. Of course now that was never going to happen. Not with the way the world had turned out. "I can sort of understand that." She conceded.
It felt sort of odd to be conceding anything. Normally she just went with the contrary answer because it annoyed people. But then Allie at least seemed like she couldn't care one way or another if she was going to get her way out of this whole interaction so what harm could it do. "You were going to ask me something before that. What was it?" She asked her head tilting to the side out of curiosity.
Of course she would eventually guess Georgette. She wrinkled her nose in annoyance but otherwise did not react and merely shook her head again in the negative. If this part of the conversation would end George would be most pleased with that.
Cross-dressing didn't really bother her. It wasn't that unusual or uncommon in dance troupes. So why should she make a big deal out of something that wasn't really a problem to her. So Allie and her brother cross dress on occasion the guys in her classes had a few times. And more than a couple of them had made way better girls than the actual girls in the class.
George snorted. "They can do what they want, there's no body of laws to say that they can't. The constitution that protected us five years ago isn't worth much of anything anymore. Because I certainly don't remember electing any of our governmental officials and I'm sure no one else does." It was a disturbing thought to actually bring to light. There was nothing standing between the government doing whatever it wanted. If it decided that women were going to be placed in stalls and impregnated they would do it because the people didn't have legal recourse to stop them.
Another shudder went through George. If that happened she was running far away and if she was stopped she would find a way to off herself because she was not getting fat and pregnant because a bunch of faceless people told her she had to. "I'm not getting fat because some pig decided that every woman able of bearing children needs to get pregnant." The comment probably showed just how immature she was. Obviously she was not ready to become a mother in any definition of the word.