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pictured feeling empowered, sitting in the passenger seat of my car as a friend chauffeured me to and from one of my most adult experiences to date.
Now, instead of feeling empowered, I’m sitting in the passenger seat of her car feeling infantilized and sad.
His inclination to substitute rage toward maternal figures for rage toward male privilege suggests an either/or where a both might exist.
My anger toward male privilege is not confused or surface-level. It is cellular.
Men have judged me and men have called me crazy, trusting in their own neutrality. But when neutrality is only accepted by the one who has created it, it is an illusion.
