Currently reading Rebecca Solnit's refreshing "Men Explain Things to Me" and I highly recommend you do the same.
“But explaining men still assume I am, in some sort of obscene
impregnation metaphor, an empty vessel to be filled with their wisdom
and knowledge. A Freudian would claim to know what they have and I lack,
but intelligence is not situated in the crotch—even if you can write
one of Virginia Woolf’s long mellifluous musical sentences about the
subtle subjugation of women in the snow with your willie.”
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