Your head throbs, reality shifts. When you open your eyes, the neighborhood morphs into a sparkling new spectacle. Women, not a man in sight, linger around familiar spaces filled with billboards showcasing intersectional feminism. A sharply screeching voice echoes. "Gawping are we? That's harassment!" A visibly irritated and obese woman with a scraggly beard and green hair cut into a mohawk towers towards you, tattoos of solidarity symbols enhancing her revealing clothes.