Honestly, I don’t care to see another thing about Invisible Woman. I am tired of being erased. Instead, I want to see Visible Woman. (“It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s—oh, christ, who invited Beth?”)
If it makes you a “C-word” to stand up for yourself, to work hard, to speak truth to power, to not let a man take advantage of your body, to fight for the rights of marginalized voices—then yes, vagina, I am a cunt!
None of the hullabaloo was actually about Michelle Wolf or her White House Correspondent’s Dinner monologue. It was about a tale as old of time—one of the persistent gaslighting of women who speak truth to power.
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