Why are young women conditioned to believe we have to give away swathes of ourselves to insecure male bullies, and in the process and gamble away our dreams?
All of a sudden, in these harsh moments, we come face to face with the "power," the person who can unlock the door to our wildest longings and it's okay to give him a massage in his private hotel room? No big deal, right? A slippery slope, a gilded path to soul relinquishment. After his pleasure, the fatal gambit, he will make the phone call for us that will unlock our entire future...? Hush, hush now about that unspoken fine print. It's all part of the deal, baby.
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