Misongyny and the Male Gaze
We were all around the barbecue on the back porch, talking about high school and reminiscing about who were had been friends with, who we’d seen recently, and who we hadn’t.
“Do you remember John Stevens?”
“Oh, yeah, I had English with him. Do you remember Sara Mentro? I just saw her at the grocery store the other day.”
“We had a lunch period together! I haven’t seen Sara in years. What about Jen Silverman?”
“The one with the great tits, right?”
Wait, what?

