Oh and the way I dress suggests I am “sexually available” which apparently is against what feminists believe.

And if I can’t explain something the way I would explain it to a 5 year old, that means I don’t know what I’m talking about, regardless of whether or not I was equipped to join this debate I didn’t sign up for.

And when responding to questions, I instead send them links to well thought out and articulate responses for them to read, and that apparently makes me all over the place.

And people constantly interrupting me and getting me frustrated is proof that feminists are just loose cannons and need to “chill.”



I wish I worked with feminists. Some of my fucking coworkers are the worst.