"Dear Patriarchy, I really wanted to walk home last night. I was working late, and I wanted to do the hour-long ramble in the cool air, with some good music in my ears. Dear Patriarchy, the irony is not lost on me that, I called a strange man to get in his car so I could prevent meeting a strange man and getting in his car. Dear Patriarchy, you rob people in big ways, but also in little ways, by stealing simple pleasures that should be a birthright, but become a negotiation. You make night a gamble. Dear Patriarchy, you made me question wearing a skirt. I’ll always hate you for that. Dear Patriarchy, what does resistance look like in this situation? Walk home afraid, but defiant, or cab back, frustrated and defeated? Dear Patriarchy, I’ve been writing you this letter my whole life, and all I want is to gather up all the pages and set you on fire."
- Lauren Corman, awkward at parties: Dear Patriarchy