I can appreciate the difference.
I think there are two types of feminism, one that fights for women's social equality, and one that uses society's newfound aversion to misogyny as a weapon. As a father of 3 daughters, I strongly believe in equality. When my wife asks me to do a "man's" job, killing a spider or something like that, I often ask her if the job really requires a penis because I've never killed a spider with my penis.
I have been falsely accused though. It's still quite the sore spot. In high school some girl or girls started the rumor that I had raped a mystery girl and that my father had paid the girl to be quiet about it. Nothing could have been further from the truth as at the time of the rumor I was still a virgin and my father, as a baptist preacher, would have rather organized a stoning than protecting me from that.
I discovered the rumor when a girl I had asked on a date suddenly canceled our first date citing the story. I vehemently denied it and even though I begged for details, she wouldn't say where she heard it from. A year later a girl I had been dating suddenly couldn't go out with me anymore because the rumor had resurfaced and had somehow gotten to her father. Again, no one would ever give any details or allow me to defend myself. The latter one really pissed me off. I still ask her to come clean thirty years latter and she won't reply. Bitch!
I think there are two types of feminism, one that fights for women's social equality, and one that uses society's newfound aversion to misogyny as a weapon. As a father of 3 daughters, I strongly believe in equality. When my wife asks me to do a "man's" job, killing a spider or something like that, I often ask her if the job really requires a penis because I've never killed a spider with my penis.
I have been falsely accused though. It's still quite the sore spot. In high school some girl or girls started the rumor that I had raped a mystery girl and that my father had paid the girl to be quiet about it. Nothing could have been further from the truth as at the time of the rumor I was still a virgin and my father, as a baptist preacher, would have rather organized a stoning than protecting me from that.
I discovered the rumor when a girl I had asked on a date suddenly canceled our first date citing the story. I vehemently denied it and even though I begged for details, she wouldn't say where she heard it from. A year later a girl I had been dating suddenly couldn't go out with me anymore because the rumor had resurfaced and had somehow gotten to her father. Again, no one would ever give any details or allow me to defend myself. The latter one really pissed me off. I still ask her to come clean thirty years latter and she won't reply. Bitch!
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