It still seems to get reposted more than just about anything I’ve written at, and prompted some very funny letters to this site. That was April 2008 and it struck a chord. It wanted to be written it was restless for the racetrack it galloped along once I sat down at the computer and since Marina slept in later than me in those days, I served it for breakfast and sent it to Tom later that day. So lovely, immeasurably valuable Sam, this one always was for you in particular. Young women needed to know that being belittled wasn’t the result of their own secret failings it was the boring old gender wars. My houseguest, the brilliant theorist and activist Marina Sitrin, insisted that I had to write it down because people like her younger sister Sam needed to read it. One evening over dinner, I began to joke, as I often had before, about writing an essay called “Men Explain Things to Me.” Every writer has a stable of ideas that never make it to the racetrack, and I’d been trotting this pony out recreationally every once in a while.
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