“I Eat Cannibals” is the title and chorus of a song by the early ‘80s all-girl singing group Toto Cielo. It is both fight song and love song, all rolled up into one glorious 4-minute thudding refrain. If I were you, I’d watch the music video, too, for maximum savage effect. Because that’s exactly how this song makes me feel: like an exhilarated savage-woman, just returned from a night of man-devouring. Let me clarify: it is not just any man that I (and the wild women of Toto Cielo) wish to devour. You can keep your mild-mannered types; your sensitive hunks; your sweet and tender love-bunnies. Rather, it is the vultures and ultra-alphas (the cannibals!) that we savage females plan to destroy — joyfully, ravenously, and yes, totally destructively. First, though, we plan to lay our fearsome lady thirst-traps, adorning ourselves in peaches and pinks and other totally non-threatening shades of pussy. These unsuspecting cannibal men will wander right in, assuming (as cannibals are wont to do) that they are looking down on us from their usual perch on the tippity-top of the food chain. But won’t they be surprised when the tables turn, and they discover that we weak and willing women are the ones licking our lips and baring our teeth! A finer love-meal was never had, I can report from where I sit — belly full and appetite exhausted. I am too full, maybe, for love. All I can feel is a deep and reverent satisfaction for the glory of my kill.❤️‍🔥—Y.B.D.