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Delusions of Gender: How Our Minds, Society, and Neurosexism Create Difference

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Cordelia Fine
Cordelia Fine

Cordelia Fine is a British psychologist renowned for her research in social psychology and cognitive neuroscience. Her books, such as 'A Mind of Its Own', delve into the relationship between psychology and everyday life. Born in 1975, Fine has made substantial contributions to the field of psychology, exploring how the brain functions and influences human behavior. more

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