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“Despite this inundation of rape imagery, where we are immersed in a rape culture—one that is overly permissive toward all manner of sexual violence—not enough victims of gang rape speak out about the toll the experience exacts. The right stories are not being told, or we’re not writing enough about the topic of rape in the right ways. Perhaps we too casually use the term “rape culture” to address the very specific problems that rise from a culture mired in sexual violence. Should we, instead, focus on “rapist culture” because decades of addressing “rape culture” has accomplished so little?”

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Bad Feminist

Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's Bad Feminist is a compilation of personal essays that delve into the nuances of feminism and its intersection with everyday life. The book addresses topics such as race, gender, and the media, offering a candid and often humorous look at the author's own experiences and the broader issues affecting women today. more

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Roxane Gay
Roxane Gay

Roxane Gay is an American writer born in 1974. Her works include novels, non-fiction, short stories, and essays. Her notable works are 'Bad Feminist' and 'Hunger'. Her writing style is characterized by humor, honesty, and profound self-reflection. more

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