Fire and Fury, And All Things Not Nice.
Reclaiming the Right to Be Angry
No One: … Carrie: Big Is Hosting A Crypto Webinar
In my last post, I let it all out—a long-overdue call-out to the exploitative nonsense of Black Friday marketing and the charlatans preying on entrepreneurs. And let me tell you, it felt damn good.
But as I sat with it afterward, something hit me: why did that feel so good?
When I write, I tend to keep it all roses and butterflies in what I share. Sure, I sprinkle in the occasional stormy weather for balance, but fire?
Anger?
Rage?
Those were emotions I kept buried. I convinced myself that anger wasn’t an emotion I felt.
I wore patience and forgiveness like armor, carrying it around like a virtue I couldn’t afford to lose. And for most of my life, that worked—until it didn’t.
This year taught me to reclaim my right to feel angry, upset, mad, frustrated, and disappointed.
To stop shoving those feelings so far down that they’d only bubble up at the wrong time, directed at the wrong people. Because when we bury our rage, it doesn’t disappear—it festers.
And as I thought more about it, I realized I was pulling a Carrie Bradshaw.
You know, hyper-fixating on one thing (cough Big cough), writing dreamy reflections about love and forgiveness, while real crooks—the ones truly deserving of scrutiny—were out there wreaking havoc.
Carrie stayed consumed with Big, but what if she had turned that same energy toward taking down the people who deserved it? Sometimes, being dreamy is a vibe, but other times, there are systems, people, and problems that demand your fire. I mean, what’s the point of letting the rage fester when you can channel it where it actually matters?
This is the shift I’m recognizing: anger isn’t the enemy—it’s a signal. And sometimes, we need fire.
The Lies We’re Sold About Anger
As women, we’re taught that showing anger makes us “crazy,” “bitchy,” or—of course—“on our period.”
If we raise our voices, we’re silenced. If we offer feedback or challenge someone, we’re met with aggression. We’ve been conditioned to suffer in silence, then wrap our pain in a pretty bow of “forgiveness” and “compassion.”
FUCK. THAT.
For too long, we’ve turned a blind eye to the systems and people that make us feel powerless. We’ve let them dictate how we process our emotions and how we should channel them.
Yes, finding lessons and showing compassion can be powerful, but that doesn’t mean we should skip over what’s owed to us—our right to feel anger and use it constructively.
Channeling Anger as a Creative Act
Just like grief, sadness, or loneliness, anger needs to move through the body.
Otherwise, it festers and consumes us.
The trick? Find a way to channel it that builds something instead of destroys.
For me, creativity is that outlet.
Writing, creating systems, calling out bullshit—it’s all a way to take my anger and direct it toward dismantling the structures that perpetuate stuckness and powerlessness.
Because let’s be real: anger is fuel.
It’s clarity.
It’s what happens when something inside you screams, This isn’t right.
And channeling it doesn’t mean becoming the embodiment of chaos. It means using that fire to spark change, whether that’s in your personal life, your work, or the systems we exist in.
Meet Your Inner BB
I like to think of it this way: we all have an “inner BB.”
Not bitch—though sometimes she deserves her moment. Not baby—though she reminds us to soften and stay curious.
BB stands for “babygirl”—the version of you that’s hypercritical when needed, razor-sharp in spotting cracks in systems, and ready to call out the bullshit.
She’s not here to tear things down for the sake of it—she’s here to demand better.
Your inner BB doesn’t just critique for fun; she critiques for change.
She’s constructive, thoughtful, and unafraid to hold the systems that fail us accountable.
Using Anger to Stick Up for Others
Here’s where it all comes full circle.
This isn’t just about venting for the sake of it (though that’s cathartic, too). It’s about sticking up for people—especially those who don’t yet have the tools or voice to do it themselves.
At the end of the day, my fire isn’t just for me. It’s for the people being preyed on by those who are 2-3 steps ahead of them.
It’s for the self-proclaimed “gurus” peddling empty promises.
It’s for the systems that convince us we’re powerless.
And yes, it’s absolutely, unapologetically aimed at those perpetuating this nonsense (cough Elon Musk and his butch built, big body lookin’ cybertrucks cough)
Let’s Normalize the Fire
So, if you’re like me—someone who’s spent years trying to smother your fire—this is your permission slip to let it burn.
Use it to build, to create, to call out what’s broken.
Because just as much as the world needs dreamers, it also needs people who aren’t afraid to get mad and do something about it.
And maybe, just maybe, we’ll leave this place a little better than we found it.
‘til next time,
2mannythoughts