VICTORIA Bissell Brown, a retired history professor, writes in The Washington Post:

I yelled at my husband last night. Not pick-up-your-socks yell. Not how-could-you-ignore-that-red-light yell. This was real yelling. This was 30 minutes of from-the-gut yelling. Triggered by a small, thoughtless, dismissive, annoyed, patronizing comment. Really small. A micro-wave that triggered a hurricane. I blew. Hard and fast. And it terrified me. I’m still terrified by what I felt and what I said. I am almost 70 years old. I am a grandmother. Yet in that roiling moment, screaming at my husband as if he represented every clueless male on the planet (and I every angry woman of 2018), I announced that I hate all men and wish all men were dead. If one of my grandchildren yelled something that ridiculous, I’d have to stifle a laugh.

After catching her breath, she goes on to batter him some more. And then she writes:

The gender war that has broken out in this country is flooding all our houses. It’s rising on the torrent of memories that every woman has. Those memories have come loose from the attic and the basement where we’ve stashed them. They are floating all around us and there is no place left to store them out of sight. Not just memories of sexual abuse. Memories of being dismissed, disdained, distrusted.

Being married to a feminist offers glimpses into the delusions and cruelty that exist in hell. Prof. Brown, I have some news for you. Every single human being is at some point dismissed, disdained and distrusted. But you definitely should have been dismissed, disdained and distrusted more. Much more. Only someone who has not been dismissed, disdained and distrusted enough could possess your level of arrogance.

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