"I’m ugly, fat, old. I’m not successful. I’m smart. I’m stupid. I’m special." I'm sending these thoughts back to the patriarchy with no return address.
I don't know how to reconcile the reality that most people don't believe we've been doing these things for a long time, while my culture says I can't talk about it.
Women’s interests have become not only separate from male interests, but niche and specialized, as if, instead of half the human population, we form a very exclusive tiny minority interested in little else other than handbags, makeup and boys. Well, stuff that.
Drink this snake oil, and you will be fixed/enlightened/saved. Take this workshop, and you will be feminine enough to catch an awakened man.
A deeper cut reveals a culture of psychopathy: a party sickened by its hatred, misogyny and xenophobia; grown too accustomed to deceit; blaming others for its missteps; compromised by a paralysis of ideas; resorting to character assassination and abject humiliation of perceived enemies; ...