I was sitting on the floor of my bedroom with friends playing Monopoly when I felt it. Something wasn’t right. Afraid, but wanting to appear like everything was normal, I maintained my composure. I would wear my best poker face, even if I was only playing a board game. Politely, I excused myself from the
MoreI am a woman, and yet the Women’s March on Washington does not represent me. This is not because of any prejudice I hold – I do not hate women, nor do I suffer from any “internalized misogyny”. No, the Women’s March does not represent me because they have chosen not to. You see, the
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