"I was thinking with my Clitoris... "

I feel like misbehaving today. So let's imagine a world just for fun, where women could get away with the same sorry excuses men have handed out since the dawn of testosterone.

Like this one, “I was thinking with my penis.” In Translation: “I take no responsibility for my actions because I am a man and, as such, enslaved to my biology.”

Now imagine women saying this. Imagine Selam, a corporate executive, slapping her intern’s butt and then going, “Sorry babe, I was thinking with my Clitoris.” Maybe she’d even name it, Sandra the Clitoris. She’d giggle, and the world would shrug.
You see how absurd that sounds? Exactly. And yet, men get away with it.

This isn’t about hate. This is observation, the kind of bitter truth that doesn’t come from misandry but from years of being looked at before being listened to. From being touched before being respected. From being asked if we’re on our period when we show ambition or, God forbid, anger.

The Hidden Misogyny of the Woke Bros:

Modern misogyny has gone to therapy, bought a feminist tote bag, and learned the language of consent. But scratch the surface and you’ll find the same caveman ideology in a Patagonia fleece jacket.

He listens. He validates. He reads bell hooks. But he still calls every woman who says “no” to him “difficult.” He sleeps with empowered women and praises their freedom, only to disappear and ghost them because “he’s not ready.” And when you dare to confront him? “I’m just a guy.” The progressive version of “boys will be boys.”

Drenched in performative empathy, these men don’t build women up, they study them like prey, with a vocabulary that protects them from accountability.

But What If We Misbehaved, Too?

What if women behaved like men, and excused it with the same slack jawed apathy?

What if a woman cheated on her partner and said, “Sorry, I was thinking with my Clitoris. You know how Sandra gets when she’s bored.” or "I was just ovulating." 

What if a female CEO made her intern cry and said, “Sorry, I’m just wired that way. Hormones, or whatever.”

You know what we’d call her? A bitch. A menace. Unfit for leadership.

And yet, men are still “bad boys,” “misunderstood,” “just figuring themselves out.”

So it’s no wonder that the few women who make it to the top often come across as ruthless. The world didn’t let them in gently. They had to carve their way with a chisel sharpened by rejection, dismissal, and belittlement. They were told to smile through harassment, say “thank you” to condescension, and rise without ruffling feathers.

The Mirror Wars:

Many women who rise in power begin to treat other women as competition. Why? Because they’ve been conditioned to believe there’s only room for one woman at the top. It’s a scarcity mindset rooted in patriarchy, "only one queen bee per hive."
Instead of building empires together, many women feel forced to protect their lone throne. And that’s not just toxic, it’s tragic.

The Philosophy of Submission: FGM

Another fucked up topic, Female Genital Mutilation is not just cultural violence;it is a psychological branding for how the world wants women: silent, subdued, and sanitized of pleasure.

Removing the clitoris is not just removing a piece of flesh. It’s cutting out rebellion. It’s telling young girls, “Your desires are dangerous. Your body does not belong to you. Let’s tame you before you know what power feels like.”

In a world where male desire is worshipped and female desire is feared, FGM becomes a physical metaphor for how societies control women, by denying them autonomy, pleasure, and the right to be wild.

Ayn Rand and the Ice-Queen Archetype:

Personally I don't like Ayn Rand's writing but The Fountainhead holds a special place in my heart. The Fountainhead gives us Dominique Francon a woman who is powerful, brilliant, but emotionally cold, broken, masochistic even.

She’s the perfect product of a world that tells women they can be respected if they suppress their softness, if they armor themselves in cruelty.

Today’s high-achieving women often mirror her, not by choice, but by necessity. In male dominated fields, the only way to survive is to out-men the men. Be sharper, louder, more relentless. You can’t afford fragility or sisterhood. And when your success finally comes? It comes alone.

So, is that freedom? Is that feminism? Or is that just another kind of prison with better lighting?

Between Survival and Self-Betrayal:

For a woman to be independent in this world, she is often expected to become one of two things:

1. A prostitute of her image, constantly marketing herself for male validation and capitalist gain.

2. A cunning opportunist, always calculating, always pretending she doesn’t care.

We’ve confused survival strategies with empowerment. But true freedom doesn’t come from adopting the worst traits of men. It comes from imagining a world where power isn’t gendered, and pleasure isn’t punished.

We Are Not Our Excuses:

This is not to say men are useless. Far from it. Many are allies, thinkers, feelers, rebels. But let’s stop giving out gold stars for basic decency. And let’s stop pretending that feminism is a club you join just by saying the right words.

It’s not enough to “believe in women.” You have to unlearn centuries of reflexes. You have to give up the excuse that your biology made you do it. Perhaps then we’ll stop naming our genitals to explain away bad behavior.

Because Sandra the Clitoris is tired. She has more important things to do.