#MeToo is like a malignant cancer that multiplies and spreads.

It attacks the white blood cells. It attacks the immune system and bones. It attacks the organs and blood. Suddenly, your entire life is riddled with its presence. And like the nightmare of all nightmares — you cannot escape.

Rape. Abuse. False allegations. Man-hating.

Rape. Abuse. False allegations. Man-hating.

Rape. Abuse. False allegations. Man-hating.

The carousel spins faster and faster. You want to get off. You want to catch your breath. But the chick who controls the ride is turning up the pace. You hear a loudspeaker in the distance. It repeats the same mantra over and over again.

KILL ALL MEN

KILL ALL MEN

KILL ALL MEN

The women around you are becoming hypnotised by these words. Their faces look angry and their bodies look stiff. Misandry and victimhood explode from their mouths like projectile vomit.

They don’t #killallmen with knives or guns or batons. They kill them with hatred and words. They kill them with assumptions and false accusations. They kill them with toxic femininity.

The bodies of men litter the streets. There are only women left. The carousel slows down and comes to a halt. The mantra ceases.

My nightmare has only just begun.

Vanessa de Largie is a freelance journalist, sex columnist and public speaker who divides her time between London and Melbourne. You can find more of her work on her website.

Illustration: Etsy.

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