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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it until my last breath. Lord give me the confidence of a mediocre white man.
I’ve had more than one friend tell me they’re afraid of feminism. Not just that – they’re afraid of feminists. They’re afraid of “doing feminism wrong,” and I understand that. Continue Reading →
It’s a question I ponder often, because obviously I’m a raging misandrist. But Naomi Alderman has done so much more than ponder in her latest novel, The Power, which I Continue Reading →
“Being told that, categorically, he knows what he’s talking about and she doesn’t… perpetuates the ugliness of this world and holds back its light.”