The patriarchy starts young
Sometimes I watch my son spin on the floor, enraged because of a toy or some shit. I have the same feelings, I just repress them because I'm an adult. I guess that's being a man. The heart remains a child.
Then I watch my daughter give in to him, and I wonder. How are we raising her? She just gives up the toy if he screams enough. To keep the peace. Is that just being a woman? And should it be?