So I'm reading lots as I can't leave my piggin' room, and I'm coming across all sorts of Anti-Woman arguments in my travels. There's the obligatory 't*rf' nonsense, of course, but then you get into it with proper MRAs and hoo boy, they love to toss out 'frigid' and 'ugly' with abandon.
I recall when I was younger, the sting of a slur like that would stir a fear of ostracism within that I couldn't even really explain, and yet, I turned 40 and I don't even know how or why, but I began to realize I didn't care anymore about those barbed words.
I guess we forget that these things still have so much power, in the young particularly, and one of the reasons any totalitarian scheme breaks the connections between generations is so the younger people never find out from the older ones that eventually those words lose their grip on you.
Magdalen Berns was called so many slurs, and she knew that there are so many more important things to fear or care about. Anyway, I was reading something earlier and this classic film clip sprung to mind, so, as undainty and unpink as I may be, I'm going to see myself saying this, in the same delightfully dismissive manner as Glinda the Good Witch of the North does here, whenever some Anti-Woman hobgoblin throws a nasty word at me.