Another thing to figure out, Jamie thought, stifling a sigh. It was hard enough just getting people to accept her as a woman. “This is . . . exhausting.” She groaned, rubbing her eyes. “What?” EJ asked. “Misogyny!” Jamie said, waving her arms. “There’s just . . . so many flavors.” “Internal, external, cool ranch,” EJ offered sardonically. “Some days being a woman is choosing the cherry for your shit sundae.”
