Everyone says that feminist in-fighting is a bad thing. Honestly, I wish more people could admit that it can be rather fun. Let’s face it, familiarity breeds contempt. And after the tenth person who tells you to “read more Dworkin,” you must turn said contempt into a farce, or else your head explodes, utterly ruiningContinue reading “A few thoughs on my feminism, and feminist cage-fighting”