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We’ve all seen the controversial phrase “I hate all men!” floating around the internet.
We’ve seen women bravely share their traumatic experiences, only for the comments to flood with, “Not all men.”
Not. The. Point.
“Are you a cat or a dog person?”
Imagine someone asks you this. You say, “Dog, of course” (if you’re a cat person, just pretend for a second).
You explain, “A cat once scratched the shit out of my face, and I haven’t wanted to go near one since.”
An experience so scarring that even if another cat might redeem the species for you, you can’t bring yourself to take that chance.
Now imagine you’re not alone. Your brother was clawed once. Your dad too. A few of your mates. Suddenly, cats aren’t just a personal risk — they’re a pattern.
And it’s not just people you know. You’ve seen countless strangers online share their own horror stories.
You’ve seen the scars, the photos, the proof.
All victims to the claws.
Sure, you’ve also seen the cute videos, the owners who swear their cats are angels.
Sometimes you even admit, “Okay, that one’s a little cute.”
But it doesn’t erase your own experience. It doesn’t undo the damage you’ve seen.
So when you say, “I hate cats,” no one laughs at you.
No one calls you irrational.
They understand that you’re only protecting yourself.
So why, when women say “I hate men,” are we ridiculed?
Why are we told to “give them another chance” or “stop generalising”?
We live in a society that excuses teenage school shooters because they were bullied.
We defend violent criminals because they had a hard childhood.
It’s time to stop acting like a woman’s distrust is a bigger crime than the violence that caused it.

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