I would really love it if Atlantic writers would quit pissing me off, but it seems like that’s not going to happen anytime soon. This week’s offender? Caitlin Flanagan, identified by her Atlantic bio as a “contributing editor” to the magazine. First of all, “contributing editor” is a warning sign — if she’s an editor, who’s editing her? Her two most recent pieces could have used a second pair of eyes, as well as a second pair of hands to take them and shred them before they could loose more “kids-these-days-can’t-do-anything-right” garbage on the world.

Today we’ll be dealing with the first of the two apology pieces for a man who really doesn’t deserve it.

See, Caitlin Flanagan has appointed herself as Aziz Ansari’s chief defender against the accusations that he continued a sexual encounter after being made aware that the other participant wasn’t into it. According to Ms. Flanagan, we of the younger generation are simply too reactionary, and those of us who are disgusted at Ansari’s actions are a simple bunch of white girls looking to take down “a Muslim man who was aspirational, funny, and immersed in the same culture that they are,” that we’re a “hit squad of privileged young women” opening fire on brown-skinned men. We “don’t know how to call a cab, and have spent a lot of time picking out pretty outfits for dates.” In short, we’re clueless, easily offended, and, like the girl Ansari assaulted, we have no idea that suffering through unwanted sex is the way the world really works.

Well, Ms. Flanagan, I have a question for you and the rest of your generation — if fixing the pervasiveness of sexual assault and coercion in society is so easy, how come you didn’t do it?

So, women need to learn how to say no? Your generation is our mothers, aunts, mentors, teachers. You didn’t teach us. Instead, you taught us that the voices of our brothers and fathers mattered more than ours did. You taught us that if we don’t keep our knees positively chained together until it’s time to push out some obscene number of children, we’re sluts and whores who deserve what’s coming. You taught us to sit down and shut up, and now you’re getting bent out of shape when we choose to do otherwise.

Ansari’s religion doesn’t matter here, Ms. Flanagan. Neither does his skin color. What matters is that he assaulted someone. I don’t care if it doesn’t meet your definition of sexual assault, which most likely involves being jumped by a stranger and knocked unconscious. The sexual coercion I experienced in one of my high school relationships probably doesn’t meet your definition either, but trust me, it’s more than being “disappointed” that things weren’t as magical as you thought. Your potshots at us under your flawed definition of intersectionality just prove how much you don’t understand.

So I’ll make it simple for you. All the things that your generation put up with, that you tried to force us to put up with as well? We’re not putting up with it anymore. Does that scare you? Good. Change is scary, especially if it’s making you obsolete. You can try to learn more, try to educate yourself, try to open your pitifully closed mind. Or you can hit the road.

Personally, I hope you choose the latter.