Last September, the day of the Kavanaugh hearings, I spent a lot of time online with friends, revisiting old bad memories of men from before. At the end of the day we were mad at everybody, but mostly men. I asked them what rage-dinner they were making for our unsuspecting husbands:
Your angry dinners
Your angry dinners
Your angry dinners
Last September, the day of the Kavanaugh hearings, I spent a lot of time online with friends, revisiting old bad memories of men from before. At the end of the day we were mad at everybody, but mostly men. I asked them what rage-dinner they were making for our unsuspecting husbands: