Isabelle let out a loud sigh at the campus dining hall as she finished the fourth hour of watching a red pill podcast on YouTube. She was in the final leg of her first year of her gender studies degree, and her first year project was an essay on the gender divide. All of these men think of us as walking incubators, she thought. They want us to go back to the 1950s.
All of a sudden, a backpack brushed against her right shoulder. She turned around abruptly, having been startled by the unexpected noise and touch, her AirPods still nestled deep in her ear canals. "Hey!" She exclaimed as she met the eyes of her assailant. "Watch where you're going, idiot!" She glanced at his dark brown eyes, gauging his response, looking for even a modicum of shame. "Sorry" he mumbled. "Just finished a ten hour cram session". He glanced at her MacBook, and a surprised look fell upon his face. He laughed. "You're watching manosphere content? What are you, a podcaster or something?"
Isabelle was insulted. Of course, he thought she was some clout chaser, not a serious academic with an essay to write. "I'll have you know....that this is for research purposes!" She responded. "So what" he said. "You don't find any of the messaging valuable?" Isabelle became quizzical as she realized she had become involved in an impromptu debate with a not so covert misogynist. "What on earth would be valuable, other than a lesson to stay away from these men?" She inquired, with an aggressive tone.
"You don't find any value in traditional gender roles? You know, it might be nice to forgo all that school effort and debt, and have a man provide for you." He said as he began admiring her. She was cute when she was being bratty, he thought. "Pr-pr-provide?" She stuttered. "What, like I can't provide for myself?"He smirked. "Sure, but many women find it freeing, pleasurable even, to give control to a man. You should try it sometime." He winked and departed the dining hall, leaving her speechless.
