Miloš K. Ilić: Do you see, my dear Miloš, what kind of pride we have raised in the small Serbian literary association? Everyone is talking about us now, and some are even reading us. Earlier they thought they were reading you without knowing they were reading me, and now they think they are reading me without knowing they are reading you. And who knows if that is true?
Ana Miloš: That's right, my dear Miloš! I really enjoy how we fried their soup. Actually, you fried her and I'm a stew.
Miloš K. Ilić: Don't be too modest, Miloš, together we tricked them and exposed them. We showed the misery of their shallow market calculations and..
Ana Miloš: And nothing less, Miloš, the misery of their trendy ideological concepts. You see how they messed up now, they don't know how to react without turning out to be even bigger fools!
Miloš K. Ilić: And all because of that, Miloš, that I am a man, and I signed with a woman's name and found someone who will believably play my character. That is, yours.
Ana Miloš: And now they were swept away by the fact that I, like, don't exist, which is really childish on their part. How do I not exist when I write books, Miloš? Well, I'm not technically writing them, but I'm posting them.
Miloš K. Ilić: The thing is, Miloš, that my writing of your books disturbs their rigid and conservative canon of "women's writing", and here they swear by non-binary and other transgender fashions. But, when it thickens, when the virus has broken the beaten paths of the lazy interpretive mind, here we are returning more and more quickly to Joan Rowling's definition - for which she was almost burned at the stake - how women are still "menstruating beings" (they have menstruated, they will menstruate... ) and not everyone who at some point in their life wants to declare themselves a woman.
Ana Milos: You see, that's interesting, Milos, since you don't menstruate because you have a non-menstruating ("male") body, but I don't menstruate either because, strictly speaking, I don't have a body at all. Not counting the bodies that are just playing me. So how can you and I write "feminine letters"? And if it turns out retroactively that we can't, why exactly can't we?
Miloš K. Ilić: You see, Miloš, that is exactly what I wanted to ask publicly, with your precious help. Thank you, Miloš!
At that moment, two bad guys enter the room.
Blackout.
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