Let’s face it, I love a lot of people. That’s not the point.
This post - I love that the title has a sort of poetic violence to its vibe, because I feel like what Nez describes and condemns is violence and his expressions of outrage are often poetic, at least to this reader’s eyes and mind.
It’s probably obvious that it matters to me when anybody cares about women. I don’t think that makes me sentimental. I think it makes me discerning.
