Our culture is full of angry women—angry at misogynist men, angry that careerism hasn’t brought the fulfillment it promised, angry that they might get pregnant, angry when they don’t, angry at toxic masculinity, angry at the mental load, angry about a whole host of grievances. In a reaction, perhaps, against therapy culture, many men—and women—are telling these angry ladies to get over it (a suggestion that, in the history of humanity, has never proved effective).
Why are women so angry? And why do we observe a rising cohort of girls who declare they would rather be men, while others aspire to be tradwives? Might all these disparate trends have the same catalyst?
Every angry woman has an origin story. Many of these stories truly are horrific, calling for sympathy and care. Others consist of small grievances that, left unaddressed, have over time become central to a woman’s identity. Some stories are products of a culture that neither understands nor appreciates a woman’s body or personhood.
