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“I find myself wondering how it is that men who align themselves so strongly with hero narratives can be so unaware of what side of the story they sit on. The men lashing out at women online, the ones who use misogyny and racism and abuse to fiercely protect what they see as their territory, consider themselves to be the good guys. But it's like they don't realize that racism, misogyny, homophobia, transphobia, ableism and all the other bigoted views they uphold and gleefully reinforce are, you know, what the baddies do. They spent their youths daydreaming about being Jedi Masters, and they haven't yet realized that they've grown up to be Stormtroopers, mindlessly doing the bidding of whichever evil leader they're acting in service to. The funniest thing is that, in the real world, they would dismiss all their heroes as cucks and white knights. Ha ha Skywalker, you fucking soyboy!”

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Boys Will Be Boys: Power, Patriarchy and the Toxic Bonds of Mateship

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Clementine Ford
Clementine Ford

Clementine Ford, born on June 29, 1979, is a talented actress known for her remarkable performances in various film and television projects, winning the admiration of audiences. more

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