In which t risks being branded a feminist

One of the hardest things about living here in Benin is the complete and utter disregard for women that I experience every day. I don’t talk about it much over here because it’s most often dismissed as the shrill complaints of a silly (white) female who just doesn’t understand how well she’s got it. Today, I left a meeting wanted to tear out my hair, and this oh-so-timely article explains...