I’m angry about rapists being allowed to tick a box on a form to get sent to a women’s prison.
I’m angry about teenage girls being told that short hair and a liking for sports means they’re really boys and they should consider breast amputation and drugs that will sterilise them.
I’m angry that men dressed as hypersexualised stereotypes of women are encouraged to read stories to, and make sexual jokes in front of, preschool kids and that parents who object to this are called bigots by the press.
I’m angry about the transgender boy who anally raped a 14 yr old girl at school and got interrupted by a teaching assistant who then left allowing him to carry on the rape, and that the school’s priority was to silence the girl’s father.
I’m angry about the coordinated destruction of the careers of female authors and teachers who raise concerns about the above.
I’m angry that the police do not investigate or prosecute crimes againat women and that the rape conviction rape is less than 1%, but the police enthusiastically arrest women who protest about male violence.
I’m angry about men in balaclavas physically attacking women who peacefully protest about the above issues.
(I’m sad, not angry, that the life choices I made when high on childbirth hormones have destroyed my career and consigned me to a lifetime of financially dependence and drudgery, and I’m sad that childbirth wrecked my body and left me with lifelong health issues. I’m not enjoying perimenopause either. But I’m too depressed to find my way out of all that).
I’m particularly angry that twenty years of shit politicians only interested in personal power has turned a once cool, powerful and wealthy country into one riddled with food banks where babies can’t get doctor appointments, old people are told ambulances will not come to help if they fall, and the poor are literally eating pet food. And I’m angry that the opposition has, againat all odds, managed the seemingly impossible feat of becoming even more shit than the ruling party.