The Universal Language of Mysogyny

I should begin with a disclaimer. This is will probably make a few readers uncomfortable. And that's cool. The truth often has that effect. Picture this. You’re wandering down a cobble-stoned street, passing white washed houses, balconies draped with flowers, the warm afternoon sun funnelling down through the trees. What could possibly ruin this moment? … Continue reading The Universal Language of Mysogyny