A single word made my skin crawl. A few days ago, I was waiting in line at Starbucks for my mocha-choca-la-ta-ya-ya and as I often do, eavesdropping on the conversations around me. There were a couple of moms talking about baby something or other. A businessman on his phone gabbing about ‘the recent numbers’. And two young men, probably not more than 17. They were gabbing about girls.
Then I heard one drop the word “femoid”, dripping in derision.