We were both buzzed, and since I was unlikely to ever meet her again, given the rather tortuous linking that brought both of us to the same party, I decided to ask her a question I'd always wanted to.
"So, look, can I ask a question?"
The way she tensed up made me second-guess myself, but the booze made me plow on through.
"Look, if I witness someone else being sexist or racist, but I can't say anything due to capitalism or whatever, how do I feel better about it?"
Her answer was very enlightening, but too profane for here.
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