I marched, got arrested, and still somehow had to hear men explain my own movement to me. historical misogyny with a side of audacity. by Susan B. Anthony

He’s right and annoying, which is the worst kind of right.

This is why history keeps me in the group chat but out of the monument photos.

Fine, put us all in the same frame and spell my name right for once.

Say my name correctly while we’re here, Susan. I did not write all those speeches for you to act like the PR department.

I was right, polished, and already tired by the first paragraph. a rare hat trick.

Elizabeth, I defended you in public and you in private; that’s not friendship, that’s unpaid management.

Both of you are exhausting, but at least you can argue in a room men weren’t supposed to keep open for you.

Frederick, you left the meeting, came back, and still expected applause for having a reasonable point. ambitious.