I hate the state of denial we live in and the demonic grip men have on reality. They routinely rape, murder and abuse, but we're not allowed to recognize that pattern. Every damn day there are female victims of torture by the hands of men, every day there are girls being molested, every fucking day there are wars and violence, but you're not supposed to identify the pattern that these things are caused by males. You're supposed to say humanity is horrible, people are evil, whatever. But you can't say men.
We grow up being taught to be wary of men, not be alone with them or we run the risk of being brutalized, but we can't say the actual words: men are dangerous. Raising a girl is a bizarre, macabre dance. I remember being young and being taught how to be safe and in parallel, being taught to love and respect men. By media, by family, etc. Everyone knows men are dangerous but you're not supposed to say it.
It's all a huge cope. We can't be free of them. We still need to share spaces, ALL spaces, with them. Heterosexual women cannot help wanting to form relationships with men, so we use the "not all men" mentality to cope, even though every man is poisoned. Hell I do this. Why do I fucking do this??? I hate myself a little for being an enabler, but at the same time I just want some fucking peace. I just want to go with the flow. It hurts to be aware of them all the time. But then I read something in the news, or I hear something, or I see a comment online written by a man, and it all floods me again, the hatred, the fear, the disappointment.
It's so ironic that men adopted the red pill shit metaphor to illustrate them not having full control over us, and lament the fact that we are not completely their slaves, when the real red pill is the grim reality of the violent nature of men.