The irony in this statement is palpable. In fact, it is so great that if I hit you over the head with a lead pipe and dragged you off, I could mine you. Entire armies could be constructed from your ferrous carcass, a sea of metal stretching out to cover the entire horizon. Nations would clash over possession of you, thousands of men brought to their ends for the sole purpose of laying claim to your body and the fifty billion tons of pure, highest-quality iron it contains.
You’re not just a woman, Diana. You’re a strategic resource. And that is no mean feat.