My last girlfriend called herself a “feminist who hates feminists.” “I’ve had lots of guys come onto me,” she said, “some you could read right away, others it took a bit longer, but they all throw out clues a mile wide. In each case, I just decide how I’ll handle them. It’s my choice, my decision, my directive. When I say no, brother, they get it!” That’s usually when she’d threw me off and turned on the news. It’s such an irony that we talk about how women are being demeaned, yet this is what the movements are doing to their own followers…and I have to watch the news with a good-sized erection. It doesn’t seem right.