I’ve been advised to take a lot of strange behavior as a compliment. When a boy shoved me on the playground, it meant he liked me. When guys dumped me, it meant they knew I was way too good for them. When men talk over me in meetings, it’s because they’re threatened by my intellect; when they catcall me in the park, it’s because I’ve still got it. I’ve been surfing a wave of male aggression all my life.
