The other week, during a lunch break, I went into the Jezebel studio and recorded a fictionalized conversation with a man. I’d like to say it was cathartic, a way to erase all the one-sided exchanges (when I managed to say “totally” not once but twice to the man interviewing me for some assistant job, the time I “uh-huh”ed my way through an ex-boyfriend’s explanation of how to right-click, and for each and every time Michael Barbaro repeats what a woman just said). But really, I was just angry and made it.