i hate talking to men like….like i have to play BOTH parts in the script to keep the conversation interesting bc they’re just like “that’s fair” or “yeah totally” like anytime a guy tries to talk to me im like …pls have a thought ready to go. i cant keep this pace up for much longer
“I was first introduced to the husband stitch in 2014, when a friend in medical school told me about a birth her classmate observed. After the baby was delivered, the doctor said to the woman’s husband, “Don’t worry, I’ll sew her up nice and tight for you,” and the two men laughed while the woman lay between them, covered in her own and her baby’s blood and feces. The story terrified me, the laughter in particular, signaling some understanding of wrongdoing, some sheepishness in doing it anyway. The helplessness of the woman, her body being altered without her consent by two people she has to trust: her partner, her doctor.“
“In class, I don’t say to my students, Do you feel it, too? Or can you imagine it? The perils of living in a world made by a different gender? The justified and unjustified mistrust? The near-constant experience of being disbelieved, of learning to question your own sanity? How much more it hurts to be let down by ‘one of the good ones?”
i really highly recommend everybody read this entire piece, not just what’s quoted in the captions. i haven’t stopped thinking about it since i read it
