Sogo Doma was the ultimate hypocrite.
When Shizuka Hiratsuka liked smoking, it was called contributing to the GDP. Besides, "Shizuka-sensei, don't you think girls who smoke have a unique charm? Mysterious and alluring..."
How was Shizuka Hiratsuka, who had never been in a serious relationship, supposed to withstand that? And then there was street racing: "Shizuka-sensei, supposedly, eighty percent of people only use twenty percent of a car's performance. If this were ancient times, it'd be like using a prized blood-sweating horse to turn a millstone—what a waste! What's wrong with liking to race? If you like racing, you can even put that remaining eighty percent of the performance to use... Shouldn't you be looking down on those guys who buy sports cars but can't bring out their full potential?"
What did it feel like when someone spoke entirely from your perspective? Shizuka Hiratsuka, for one, felt great...
"As for being rough? Only weak people think girls being violent means they're crude. Don't they know girls are made of water?"
Shizuka Hiratsuka: "..."
Water... In her case, she was probably a block of ice.
"Even if you like getting physical a little, that just means you're pure-hearted and free-spirited. Besides, isn't that a sign of good health?" As an old hand at double standards, Sogo Doma could paint anything black as white.
"Phew..." Shizuka Hiratsuka could only sigh before saying faintly, "You really can make up nonsense..."
"This isn't making up nonsense..." Sogo Doma retorted.
"Then what is it?" Shizuka Hiratsuka smiled. "No matter how eloquently you put it, in other people's eyes..." Well, while she did feel great hearing it, she still knew what reality was.
"Tsk, tsk..." Before she could finish, however, Sogo Doma wagged a finger. "This isn't nonsense. It's called letting your values follow your looks..."