The Submission of Emma Marx

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How did I get to this place?

Draped across a man's lap.

Being punished like a disobedient child.

Willingly submitting myself to him.

Surrendering control.

How does anyone get to this place?

Where every single fiber of who you thought you were suddenly vanishes.

...someone new.

...is born.

This is my story.

Normal.

Webster's dictionary defines normal as....

...conforming to the standard or the common type.

...Usual...not abnormal...regular...standard.

But ... how does anyone define that for themselves.

By society's standards it would be anything that doesn't challenge an expected idea or behavior.

Living the textbook perfect life in order for everyone else to accept you.

Even if you don't accept you.

Yes! Yes!

Congratulations! It's over 2 karats.

Impressive.

Thank god it was a Tiffany cut. I would've shot myself if it was a marquis!

Do you think I should update my Facebook status?

I don't want to seem to look like one of those girls that want everyone talking about their engagement.

I'm just so excited!

Aren't girls supposed to talk about their engagements?

I mean...isn't that part of the point?

What the hell is wrong with you?

Nothing.

You're gonna be my maid of honor Emma.

The least you can do is pretend to be happy for me.

What!?

Well....wasn't he just threatening to break up with you last week?

He was threatening to break up with me?

Because I was pressuring him about getting married.

Now that we're engaged...there's no more pressure.

That's entirely logical.

I'm sorry!...

But I'm a little shocked that you feel entitled to give me advice about relationships!

When have you ever been in a relationship?

I didn't entirely blame her for being mad.

She was right.

What did I know about relationships?

And just so you know...everyone including mom and dad think you're gay!

I'd never even had one.

I hated the phoniness of twenty-somethings dating.

All those text-messages with emoticons....

...liking of each other's Facebook's status"...

...but the fact still remained.

While the rest of the world seemed completely comfortable embracing each other's clichs...

....when it came to love and romance I was hopelessly detached.

Disinterested to the point that I wondered if there was something psychologically wrong with me.

Until one February morning....

...I met the man that changed...absolutely everything.

Mr. Frederick's ready for you.

I met him while working on my master's thesis about gender equality in the workplace.

I'd interviewed everyone from female executives to male nurses to transgender women battling the glass ceiling.

William Frederick was of interest because 97% of his 2000 employees were female.

You that girl doing the paper?

Emma Marx. Yes.

I have some interview questions that I'd like to ask you.

Let's just get started.

The interview lasted about 30 minutes...

...covering topics ranging from his overly arrogant hiring process...

There's no one who's better at hiring than I am.

I can tell more about someone in the first 5 seconds than even their on parents can.

...To his sexist reason for hiring predominantly women.

Women are hormonally optimal for working at this company.

I like women. I can read women.

Even better than I can read men.

Women are malleable and I like malleable.

But it was one part of the conversation that stood out over all the rest.

Something that resonated with me in ways that I couldn't even begin to understand.

I like employees who enjoy submitting to authority rather than challenging it.

They make the best employees.

Why because that way you're always in control?

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