More and more, I find myself wondering if it’s been a smart idea to be so public with what a friend of mine calls “lion feminism”: the loud and proud statements against sexism that put my anger in the public eye.
For every time I caught whisper of my past lover diminishing a complex connection down to a mistake, or the times I found myself reflecting and searching for a reason to despise, I found there was less love in my heart to give.
