I can really feel your rage- your anger, your deep hatred. It's visceral, it's right at the top of your throat. Your lungs and stomach hurt. You're so, so angry that I'm not what you think a woman should be; quiet, inferior, soft, demure. You want me to be stupid, wide eyed, a child. You want me to be fucked, you want me to know my place. I don't, and that makes you so angry- but more than angry. Humiliated. I challenge you. I challenge what a woman can be to you. Somewhere in your brain, you're terrified we're just as smart, just as cunning, just as cruel, and just as human as you. That we always have been. It's eating you. It'll keep eating you. It's just beginning. Good luck.