After reading the ample commentary on this piece and all the re-stacks, I have helpfully summarized it for you all:

Annoyed Women:  JFC, is there nowhere left to escape the invasion of the skanks? Why can’t you stay on every other thirst-trap-infected platform? Must you carnival-bark your bits in everyone’s face at all times?! We had this ONE place left where people still read whole paragraphs, but no, the red-light-district brigade has to shove their tits up against the window. It is SO demoralizing watching men react to the slightest shadow of a thigh like a dog who heard the fridge door open from five rooms away. Why must you always remind us?? Just to prove for the ten-billionth time just how predictable and easily distracted they are? We were enjoying forgetting, for two seconds, that every male thought couldn’t be nullified in two seconds flat by the merest hint of a suggestion of a possibility of sex. And you had to go ruin it, by serving up every played-out, boring stereotype on a platter, degrading us all. Thanks a lot, ho-bags.

Modest Hotties: Yeah! And what about us? If anyone saw what we’re rocking, we’d blow your subscriber stats out of the water. You’re peddling blurry angles, but if you saw the glory of our high-def unfiltered flesh, you’d be crying for your benzos. But here we are, being classy and staying out of your base-desire mire. And what do we get? Ignored.

Modest Uggos: Yeah! And why must you torture us with reminders of the cruel and superficial nature of man, of our unjust brutal world? You twist the knife and benefit, while you know you increase our suffering. And you don’t even care, you self-absorbed, attention-seeking bottomless holes of ego.

Confident Substack Hos: Hahaha, jealous bitches, keep hating! You will never stop us. We will steamroll you all with our sexuality. All shall bow down on their knees and beg our favor. Quaver before our might and power, hags and men alike. We laugh at your despair and eat your envy for dinner. You drink our bathwater and send us a check for the privilege.

Insecure Substack Hos: How can you blame us for using the only power we’re granted? For turning around and taking advantage from the way men view us anyway? Don’t hate us because we’re beautiful. It’s men’s fault, blame them! Where is your sisterhood, your support for women? We don’t criticize, we’re sweet and you’re mean. Also, we were molested. And raped. By our dad, and also by your dad, and also by a pastor and the mailman, and also by Santa Clause. See, we can’t help it, we are wounded little baby reindeer. It’s all men’s fault, not ours, let’s be friends. We’re just using the men and taking control of our trauma, don’t you see? Let’s do each other’s hair and take some selfies while we dance on their balls in stilettos. Come on, it’ll be fun.

People Who Like Women: You all have some really good points.

Dummies: OMG, why are you so JUDGMENTAL?? I thought feminism was about like choosing your own choice, you sound like the patriarchy or something, how dare you police women’z bodies. You have no NUANCE, you sound like a pick me, something something internalized misogyny something empowerment something.

Guys with Dick In Their Hands: STFU haters, bring on the literary ass and titties.  

Distinguished Gentlemen: Girls, girls. Modest Hotties, here’s a pat on the head. Substack Hos, you really should have a bit more discernment and self-respect, as the bright and talented young ladies you are. Btw, here’s a paid scrip, and do you mind if I send you a DM? My daughter could really use some advice.

Incels: What the Annoyed Women and Modest Uggos said. But also, we should put the Substack Hos into a woodchipper, and then burn the pieces, and then masturbate over the ashes.