Women; you have been replaced!
Picture this: a seven-year-old boy, adopted and brown-skinned in the heart of white-bread Minnesota, standing awkwardly alone at a family reunion in Hutchinson. The summer air hums with distant laughter and the sizzle of burgers on the grill. Out of nowhere, a young woman and an older one—strangers, really—sidle into his space, their conversation a grown-up blur. He pipes up with some innocent question, the kind only a kid asks, but the words dissolve in the woman's sharp gaze as she bends down, her voice a venomous whisper: "You are replaceable. Soon, we won't need men to…