When Cori was 6-years-old, she began to play outside with the girl next door, let’s call her Eva. Eva hadn’t lived next door long and since Cori had never really had a friend in our neighborhood, she was beyond excited. The friendship started off good enough. They would both run in and out of their homes grabbing baby dolls, sidewalk chalk, and whatever else they needed for their games. But, one day things took a turn. I glanced out the kitchen window to check on Cori only to find her leaning up against the car with Eva mushing her in her head.
When That Feminism Sh*t Don't Work
When That Feminism Sh*t Don't Work
When That Feminism Sh*t Don't Work
When Cori was 6-years-old, she began to play outside with the girl next door, let’s call her Eva. Eva hadn’t lived next door long and since Cori had never really had a friend in our neighborhood, she was beyond excited. The friendship started off good enough. They would both run in and out of their homes grabbing baby dolls, sidewalk chalk, and whatever else they needed for their games. But, one day things took a turn. I glanced out the kitchen window to check on Cori only to find her leaning up against the car with Eva mushing her in her head.