They never said the word out loud — but I heard it anyway. In this episode, I unpack the not-so-subtle way girls I socialized with decided I was stupid. Not because I didn’t know things — but because I didn’t fit their shallow standards. I liked books more than brand names, depth more than designer bags. So they called me “kind” with a wink, mistaking quiet intelligence for cluelessness. Let’s talk about the slow burn of being underestimated, the rage of being misread, and what it means to outgrow the bimbos who tried to label you.