[Content Note: Misogyny.]
"The LA traffic was thick and my mind, as it does in heavy traffic, started to wander. I'm a comedy writer, but suddenly I was thinking up stories about post-apocalyptic worlds where women revolt and take over the planet. I started thinking about writing a song. Something that captured everything I was feeling. A love song, a fight song. Something to show the world that I was still with Her. I am her. The words flashed through my head. And suddenly, there on the 101 freeway, I was down the hole again. Tears streaming, sobs choking, heart breaking. The realization hitting me. I am Her."—Eirene Donohue, in a must-read piece that I suspect will resonate with a lot of readers here. It certainly did with me.