There’s a way I was taught to speak, sweet and childlike, apologetic, demure, never raising my voice, never swearing, never angry, never direct. It’s the voice of sister wives, fundamentalists and tradwife influencers, and United States Senators. It’s been a weird week for those of us who recognize it, and rejected it.
It was always jarring when I was a…
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