There’s a certain satisfaction to seeing someone walk into a room, full of confidence, armed with half-digested talking points and internet bravado, only to slowly realize they’ve misjudged me, and their worldview, while not as incoherent as they thought, is not as rational, not as original, as they thought it was.
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RoyalRose
I don’t argue to be kind. I argue to be precise. I don’t coddle my language to preserve someone’s fragile certainty. Feminism, at its heart, is an exercise in interrogation. It’s an interrogation of power, of entitlement, of hierarchy, of the stories people tell themselves to stay comfortable in their own skin.