Okay, here’s the thing about misogyny, you grow up in a world being told that sexism is over, that you’re just as good as a boy… though of course boys and girls aren’t the same, lol what crazy radical feminist nonsense, you’re different, but you can do anything you want.

And you grow up and you notice little bit by little bit that the world doesn’t treat you equally, you’re more likely to be interrupted, shouted down when a man saying the same thing is applauded.  You realize that you’re not allowed to go out alone at night, or at the very least not allowed to feel safe if you do.  You realize that you aren’t allowed to just trust men, because if you expect them to be trustworthy, you will get hurt.  You realize that men can never see you as really just their friend.

You realize a million little awful things, and that disappointment aches, and what really sucks is entering a space that’s supposed to be fighting that, a space of radicals, of people fighting the system and having those million little wounds inflicted again, that not even here can you be anything, not even here can you feel safe.