'[W]e've entered a uniquely distressing era of gender psychosis, only stoked and magnified by the ghouls running the various social media sites, funneling whichever moral panic you fancy directly into your brain every day all the time. [...] This is the context under which Adolescence raptured its audience, who are unsurprisingly looking for any kind of answers to what seems like a runaway train that we are already too late in stopping. How have we lost control of our young…
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did you win?
women's death as collateral in a pointless game of revenge-based hot potato. the body violated on the operating table, the corpse hidden under stones, the floating eye just above water level, the rib cage cracked open, organs objectified, rendered clues towards the next vital blow. i don't know if you can get much more blunt than men literally masturbating to the sound of a woman writhing around in pain on the floor. suffering cannot be ungendered.
did. you. win?
