This is one of the people who wants to remove “hate” and “abuse” from Substack:

I hate men for their rage. I’ve been the brunt of their rage for too many years, but today has been one too many. I was at my psychiatrist's for an appointment when a man loudly showed up, speakers on his phone blasting shitty French rap, and he yelled on and on about how he’s bipolar and if he doesn’t get his meds, he’s going to go back to prison, and it’s gonna be everyone’s fault. Your bipolarity doesn’t make you a bad person who ends up in prison; your behavior does. I would know, I’m also bipolar. I’m also not in prison.

I hate men for forcing me to indulge in their feelings but never acknowledging mine because mine are ‘too much’ and honestly not that interesting and kinda boring. I’m sorry that my having feelings is an inconvenience for you. Next time, I won’t sleep with you and let you talk about the last time you had your heart broken.

The truth is simple: I hate men as a concept, not as a practice. The concept sucks, they touch their balls in public (completely vile ew), they never listen to you, even though you’re almost always right, they don’t know how to be on time or to take care of people’s feelings, even if they’re close to you, and the rage. Oh, the rage of men. I’ve seen it firsthand from my schizophrenic father.