Kathleen Hanna

It's a nice park. It's a nice park.

It's a nice park. It's a nice park.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

You know, kind of B versions of the Sex Pistols, you know, straight white guys who are like, I'm going to spit on you. And it just was like a lot of toxic masculinity disguised as radicalness.

You know, kind of B versions of the Sex Pistols, you know, straight white guys who are like, I'm going to spit on you. And it just was like a lot of toxic masculinity disguised as radicalness.

You know, kind of B versions of the Sex Pistols, you know, straight white guys who are like, I'm going to spit on you. And it just was like a lot of toxic masculinity disguised as radicalness.

We're Bikini Kill, and we want revolution! Grrrl don't die!

We're Bikini Kill, and we want revolution! Grrrl don't die!

We're Bikini Kill, and we want revolution! Grrrl don't die!

This is from the prologue. I want to tell you how I write songs and produce music. How singing makes me feel connected to a million miracles at once. How being on stage is the one place I feel the most me. But I can't untangle all of that from the background that is male violence. I wish I could forget the guy who stalked me while I was making my solo record.

This is from the prologue. I want to tell you how I write songs and produce music. How singing makes me feel connected to a million miracles at once. How being on stage is the one place I feel the most me. But I can't untangle all of that from the background that is male violence. I wish I could forget the guy who stalked me while I was making my solo record.

This is from the prologue. I want to tell you how I write songs and produce music. How singing makes me feel connected to a million miracles at once. How being on stage is the one place I feel the most me. But I can't untangle all of that from the background that is male violence. I wish I could forget the guy who stalked me while I was making my solo record.

How he sat on the roof of the building across from mine and looked into my windows with binoculars as I worked. How he told my neighbors he thought I was a prostitute who needed to be stopped. I wish I could slice him out of my story as a musician, but I can't. I also don't want this book to be a list of traumas, so I'm leaving a lot of that on the cutting room floor.

How he sat on the roof of the building across from mine and looked into my windows with binoculars as I worked. How he told my neighbors he thought I was a prostitute who needed to be stopped. I wish I could slice him out of my story as a musician, but I can't. I also don't want this book to be a list of traumas, so I'm leaving a lot of that on the cutting room floor.

How he sat on the roof of the building across from mine and looked into my windows with binoculars as I worked. How he told my neighbors he thought I was a prostitute who needed to be stopped. I wish I could slice him out of my story as a musician, but I can't. I also don't want this book to be a list of traumas, so I'm leaving a lot of that on the cutting room floor.