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Sure, it’s like an abstraction for you perhaps, but I’ve seen bad things happen to women that mean the world to me. These bad things happen just because they are women. At some point when the people that love and care for you (and vice versa) tell you that they are being hurt then you tend to believe them. How could you not?

You said, “just about no one in the world agrees with my ideas.”. Ok, sure. I sincerely appreciate the eccentric, divergent, … But can you not appreciate the sincere positions of others whose experiences diverge from your own? How do you absorb different truths from what you have experienced? How do you grow? And, yes, skepticism is a natural part of life but is a means, not an end.

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