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What good can admiring the sight of a woman from afar do for anyone other than yourself, if you can’t respectfully engage her when she’s in your face?
If you ignore, invalidate, or condescend to her when she engages you, that’s not admiration: it’s abuse.
What good is calling her your “sista” if the context surrounding the word makes it feel like an insult, a threat?
If criticism, even @ its most loving, feels like “assassination” to you, how will you ever improve as a human being?
Do the women who rally around you, even as you abuse the ones who challenge you, consider themselves somehow exempt from this abuse?
This abuse is what happens when such useless admiration gets turned inside out.