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Another Women’s Day, Another Hate Mail
Spoke About Women’s Safety — Got Called a Feminist Bitch.
Yesterday’s blog? That came from a place of pure, unfiltered rage. I didn’t sit down to craft something woke or trendy. I wasn’t trying to go viral. I was just speaking my damn truth.
Because I had just lived it.
And then, right on cue, the hate email rolled in.(my first)
The email stood out 200 words of pure, frothing at the mouth anger. A man who needed me to know that I was a feminist bitch who probably “hates all men.”
It stung for a second. Not because I believed him, but because I knew it was coming. It always comes.
The moment a woman dares to talk about harassment, someone, somewhere, loses their mind.
You talk about feeling unsafe? Stop playing the victim.
You demand better? Not all men.
You share your experience? Oh, so now all men are predators?
It’s predictable. Exhausting. But let me ask….on nights like yesterday, when my heart pounded because a group of men thought my fear was funny, why does it feel like the good ones are the exception, not the rule?
