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Through some of the Epstein emails, and the deposition from the woman who accused Trump of r****g her when she was 13.
It’s just such in your face f***ery. Such absolute primal evidence of how f***ity f***ed it is to be a woman. A girl. A female.
I started getting weepy watching Bridgerton in the background while working. I wasn’t even really paying attention because I’ve seen it enough that most of the time it’s just noise to help me focus. The show is quite brilliant in so many ways. Including it’s not so subtle reminder that women were property.
Which of course, reminds me how women are still property in parts of the world. How men with power in the United States of America want women to be property again.
And I’m on the verge of tears because it’s exhausting and depressing to live with this constant pressure—people trying to devalue everything you are from your dreams to your nightmares. Your body to your soul.
What the emails remind me of is how few f***s are given about us. No matter how many people love us there are more who hate us. And even those who claim to love us, hate us in their own way. We hate ourselves. Because to hate women is in the air, the water, the culture.
And it’s so hard to just keep going, keep fighting the headwind, keep asserting over and over again that all these men with all this power are wrong. That I am right. I have value.
Honestly, if we’re being real, I and every other girl and woman on this planet have more value than any of those men. Because no matter how violent or cruel a woman may be—as a gender we are the far superior sex.
Men commit 90% of violent crimes. They are thousands of times more likely to leave their partner when they become ill. They are the customers for the trafficked girls—no matter how many wretched women help, they are not the customers.
There would be no sex trafficking trade without men. There would be almost no mass shootings without men. The world would be better if men did not have power.
Women should run the world. It’s as obvious to me as the climate crisis, as systemic racism, as the nose on my f***ing face.
And yet. Yet! Instead of women, we elevate predators. Monsters. We prefer disgusting men over any woman. And that makes me sick. It makes me weepy. And it makes me so f***ing angry because what the actual f*** is wrong with all the people who can’t see this OBVIOUS f***ing fact.
For f**’s sake!
Emily
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