In chapters that examine the reality of what it’s like to be female, readers are delivered a litany of sexism and injustice to be angry about and offered the chance to decide how they feel about it. Rage Becomes Her is more than an invitation to interrogate our own anger- it’s an imperative to do so. The word that comes to mind to describe this feeling, and its associated behavior, is “lazy,” but since finishing Rage Becomes Her (Simon & Schuster, $27) by Soraya Chemaly-one of a spate of new books that address women’s anger and frustration-I’m doing some reconsidering. Yet what I’ve been feeling most often these days is a dullness, like I’m dragging myself around, uselessly. It’s churning, relentless, repetitive, powered by the memory of whatever emboldened it in the first place. Find helpful customer reviews and review ratings for Rage Becomes Her: The Power of Womens Anger at. I recognize my own anger, or at least I thought I did. Women are constantly manifesting rage in creative, productive, and visionary ways.' Rage Becomes Her by Soraya Chemaly, 16.99, is. I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t want to keep talking to me after that, because if you’re a feminist to say you’re not angry with how the world is right now is kind of a deranged statement. There is creativity in anger and much anger in creativity. “I’m scared,” I told her, “and confused, and hypervigilant, but I don’t think angry is the right word.” Recently, at a gathering populated mostly by women, I made the mistake of telling someone I had just met that I wouldn’t describe myself as angry about the state of things.
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