Hello, Story 371! I see my friends from the mixer in New York, where tea was spilled about all the misbehaving men we have to deal with, have already been here.
[REDACTED] of Morgan Lewis is a piece of work. If sniveling, small d*ck energy was a person, it’d be him. I realize that sounds very unladylike of me, but at our get-together we discussed the fact that women need to stop playing nice and start throwing some sharp elbows. These awful men do whatever they want at our expense.
From where I sit, he seems perfectly comfortable advancing whatever arguments best serve his equally corrupt clients, regardless of the damage to the women on the other side. That’s his role, I suppose. Time to call out a system that rewards exactly that kind of conduct.
What a joke. Let’s bring back shame. For too long, powerful institutions and the people who defend them have counted on women staying quiet while they controlled the narrative. Time for sunlight to shine on this equation and see where that takes us.
Signed,
No Apologies.