Stay Mad

Protect Your Peace, Disturb Their Peace

This morning as I was cleaning a pomegranate, an intentional chore I dread that then ends up giving me peace, I heard some women on a podcast talking about how they take medications for PMS and PPMD because "otherwise we'd be angry at men all the time" and make their boyfriends mad and kill their husbands. Serenely picking delicious juicy kernels for my oatmeal, I thought... Maybe we are supposed to be angry at men all the time.

Hear me out. I'm on HRT, I take an SSRI for menopausal anxiety - I'm not against pharmaceuticals. Do shrooms, smoke weed, vape, swig fireball - take whatever you need to get through this hellscape. Protect yourself and your mental health. But doing it to spare the feelings of men? Nah. Fuck that.

We have every right to be angry at men.

I suspect the reason so many women I know are fascinated with Onija Robinson, the American woman who went to Pakistan to find her fiancee and ended up commandeering the world's attention by telling men to shut up and mind their own business and give her money and bring her McDonalds, is because she is living the dream. Send Onija down to USAID and the Department of Education, because she will get the Nazi and his creepy basement boys out of there. Or at least not accommodate their bullshit with "stern warnings" and "How dare you"'s, which is about all our opposition party elders are offering (Maxine Waters excepted, always). It's time to be rude and push your way to the front. Blow smoke in their faces. Don't demand McDonalds, they got rid of DEI - I think Taco Bell is still cool, though.