Y’all, I’ve just got to say that when I read my last post this morning over breakfast I laughed so long and hard I thought milk was going to come out my nose.
Who am I to tell you about feminism or the patriarchy or all that bullshit?
Listen, there’s a way that being a feminist blogger is like being a professional wrestler. A professional wrestler gets out there all strut, shtick, and hubris and hopes his outsized personality will mask the fact that he’s pounding his foot at the same time he’s “punching” his opponent in the head.
That’s kind of me.
I’m not going to stop, because I’m having a good time and I get a kick out of it, but I thought that I should remind y’all that I’m not the last word on any of this shit.