The Nine Billion names of God. It's very short, classic Clarke...
...and has THE best ending line of any story I've ever read. Period.
(Courtesy of James Nicoll's blog (and whoever he got it from)
The alternative title is, "Josh Whedon as Rapist" .
I've actually got mixed feelings about this one, beyond the "OMG, this is SO 1980s". To be sure, this reminds me of the "academic to the point of sillyness" feminist/deconstructionist rants I used to read back in college, which these days generally provoke a roll-eye reaction. But then I have to consider what experiences led to this woman concluding that all relationships between men and women boil down to abuse and rape.
It's not that I actually consider Josh Whedon as much of a feminist, beyond surface "girls kick ass!" elements. But her view of the man- hell all men- as abusers, and as sex as rape, is not just old-fashioned, it's sad ad disturbing. And I have to wonder how many people out there have the same viewpoint, and what may have caused them to think that, which is depressing. And then I start wondering how much progress we as a society have really made...
...and it's time to go do something else. Because I don't have any answers right now.