It’s been a tough week for feminism. And for the dictionary definition of words, because Shailene Woodley said she’s not a feminist because she “love[s] men.” She thinks there should be “balance” between the sexes, which is the literally what feminism means, Shailene, sorry to tell you. Courtney got her fabulous rant on about the subject earlier this week, but me… I’m frustrated. I’m tired. I don’t want to deal with this shit. If you feel the same, let’s join hands, sit around the campfire of cynicism, take a breath, and watch baby animals be cute.
It’s just tough to get over the fact that so many people think feminist=”man-hating ‘feminazi.’” It’s the twenty-first goddamn century, why are we still—
Whew. That’s nice. But how are we ever supposed to get anywhere when people are missing the boat on something so basic—
And look, Shailene Woodley’s young. Who can look me in the computer monitor and say they never had some dumb-as-dirt belief that they eventually realized the stupidity of? I had a brief (very, very brief, and I don’t want to talk about it) flirtation with Ayn Rand when I was in high school, only no one interviewed me about it for a national magazine.
I said I don’t want to talk about the Ayn Rand phase.
I just really hope Woodley figures it out, y’know? That the (justified) backlash against her statement won’t cause her to double down on her “feminism is all about taking things away from men!” nonsense. Someone show Shailene Woodley the light!
No, I said I wasn’t going to think about this any more.
This is tougher than I thought. I need to pull out a classic.
That baby panda sneezing startles its mother like people not understanding that feminism literally means equality between the sexes startles me oh shit no I’m sorry—TICKLISH PENGUIN.
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HAMLET THE ICKLE PIG.
TINY! HAMSTER! EATING! TINY! PIZZA!
There. I feel better now. Do you?