“It feels like a hot flash, but now I’m beginning to understand what it really is. There’s something about a woman’s rage that feels very old, very primal. A man’s rage may be more physical, but a woman’s rage is born from centuries of violence. It calls across cultures. It calls across race. It is old, and hungry, and dark, and does not know its power. Yet. But wielded correctly, it can reduce men to snivelling little boys.”
