Imagine a world in which adult women are adults. A world in which a middle aged woman demonstrating the self selected victimhood of a toddler was an oddity, and socially unacceptable. Imagine a world in which other adults who stupidly sacrifice their own human rights to assuage the temper tantrums of overgrown infants are not regarded as “real men” but as codependent enablers of socially toxic behavior.

Imagine a world in which women are adults, and in which men are not utilities to service them, but fellow human beings. This is a possible world populated by those we presently call Zeta females.

Tonight on AVfM, Typhon Blue, Girl Writes What and John the Other will revisit the question of : what does the men's rights movement offer women. Or: how I learned to stop worrying about fragile snowflake, and love the Zeta Female