“That’s some misogynist bullshit,” Sofi interjected, hot on his heels. “This song is about a woman’s sexual agency. She’s not playing a game.” Sofi dropped the pan on the counter none too gently. “She’s straight up saying, ‘I can be in the club, acting how I want, dancing how I want, and we can even grind, but don’t think it means I have to have sex with you.’” She advanced on him, but he stood his ground. “‘I make the choice of how far I’m going to go, and I owe you nothing.’” Both hands came up, and the palms were pressed together as if she were praying for this poor idiot man. “And, Leo,
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