Women’s anger when it does become visible is usually met with mockery and condescension.
Calm down. No need to get hysterical. Stop being so emotional. Is it that time of the month? What’s her problem?
Thurman’s rage was instinctively recognisable in this moment because women are angry. Ragingly, furiously angry. The recent spate of abuse revelations peeled the false skin of niceness off our rage and exposed it in all its visceral rawness. We are angry. We should be angry. We have been angry for decades. We so rarely see it because women have learnt, too well, that anger belongs only to men.
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