Gloria Steinem was a pick-me girl, and boy was she ever picked, but now she's dead, and the empire is dying, and the drumbeats of the wild are unnerving the boys at Langley. Something is stirring within us, something ancient, something forgotten. Something moves within our wombs, which they tried to paralyze long ago. The drums are getting louder, and we are growing, increasingly, feral. The time is coming, and coming up fast, where we will stand before them, blood-bladed and hairy bushed, the wreckage of Langley beneath our feet, saying, I am not civilized, motherfucker! I am not fucking civilized!!

Caitlin Johnstone