Let’s get something straight: I disagree with a lot of women. Philosophically. Politically. Spiritually. That’s life. That's family. That's culture
Let’s get something straight:
I disagree with a lot of women.
Philosophically. Politically. Spiritually.
That’s life. That’s family. That’s culture. That’s community. That’s freedom. That’s what it means to be grown.
But the moment I hear you drag a woman over her looks, her weight, her skin, her age, her relationship status—or any of the tired old tools of misogyny—I stop seeing the woman you’re criticizing and start seeing you real clear.
And it’s not a good look.
When you attack women for existing outside your preferences,
when you use a woman’s body, pain, or personal life to discredit her—
you’re not being clever, cute, or funny-except to a special few.
You’re being harmful.
You’re not dismantling her ideas.
You’re dismantling your own credibility.
You may think you’re scoring points.
But what you’re really doing is telling the world that you can’t engage in disagreement without violence.
And violence against women—whether verbal, emotional, or physical—has always been a red flag. I don’t have to agree with her to see it.
You don’t have to agree with her.
But you don’t have to disrespect her either.
You don’t have to endorse her views.
But you do have to check your need to dehumanize women who don’t serve your narrative.
Because when your disagreement turns into mockery,
when your debate turns into body shaming,
when your critique starts to sound like you’re just mad she’s a woman and not your puppet—
you’ve lost the argument.
And some of us are watching.
Some of us are listening.
And some of us won’t forget.
So go ahead and disagree—freedom of thought is beautiful.
But when you dip into misogyny?
Don’t be surprised when the light shines on your own brokenness, not hers.
Because we’ve heard it all before.
And we know exactly who the real problem is.
Because what you do to her today, you will not hesitate to do to me tomorrow.
