Ok, I finished it out of spite, to be honest. I have this nagging feeling that whoever penned this piece seemed to assume that everyone had a traumatic childhood or was somehow lacking a fundamental part of themselves. There were numerous passages where it was attempting to explain why women are the way "we" are, and it really had me wondering about a few things.
Firstly, I questioned whether these statements were made by a woman or if it was a man writing the book and constantly flipping the narrator. It was a bit confusing in that regard. Secondly, I couldn't help but think that perhaps the author, whoever it was, was just trying too hard to be inclusive and ended up overreaching. As if all "memories" or "experiences" could be universally applied to every woman. I really don't understand it.
The only points that I thought were even slightly interesting were those about men. Maybe I'm being overly dramatic, but this whole thing felt like I was being gaslit. I kept asking myself if I related to any of the things that I was automatically assumed to have dealt with or was "supposed" to be feeling or "have" struggled with "as a woman", and it just didn't ring true for me. It seems like this piece is either right up your alley or it's going in the complete opposite direction.