I don’t owe you a thing simply because I’m a broad, a chick, a girl, a gal, a chica, a lady, a member of the fair sex, a skirt, a pair of tits and ass, borne from Adam’s rib — in other words, a woman.
I don’t owe you a smile on your cue to brighten up your day because your inability to regulate your own emotions, that you now hold me responsible for, was always dismissed as “boys will be boys.”
I don’t owe you my silence when you interrupt me at a work meeting, brunch chat among old friends, or in front of our children — I will bulldoze through with a shaming, “Excuse me, I’m talking now.”
I don’t owe you an apology when I don’t move out of your way on the sidewalk, disagree with something you just said in front of people, ask you to simply do your job, or even apologize too much.
I don’t owe you my laughter so you can still feel like “one of the good guys” after telling that hacky, sexist joke because “fuck political correctness” or whatever other Roganesque mantra you need to recite every morning to feel like you’ve earned that dick.
I don’t owe you my presence as the token “female” in your conspicuously all-male shows or panels, so you’re hailed as a woke ally when all you’re handing out is self-aggrandizing charity rather than justice.
I don’t owe you my friendship after you refused to call out those who called me a “cunt,” “whore,” or “bitch” because you didn’t want to “start something.”
I don’t owe you my support for your work, goals, and dreams when you dismissed mine as “fun hobbies” and “cute projects” till the baby comes.
I don’t owe you my patience when you’re correcting me about something you know nothing about, but I do — your opinion is not automatically upgraded to “expert” simply because men are “logical” and women, “emotional.”
I don’t owe you a thank you when you try to compliment me by saying, “You’re not like other girls” when I say I like the industrial-sports complex, watered-down American beer brewed in Canada, or sex.
I don’t owe you a response when you text, DM, or air drop me unsolicited sexually explicit limericks, eggplant emojis, or dick pics, and especially not on my…