5 Things Feminism Has Done For Me

Ok, I'll play along, Joanne et al, in your evil little meme scheme.

5 Things Feminism Has Done For Me:

1. Feminism saved me from mistakenly entering relationships with girls who, at first glance seemed like arousingly alternative, intelligent women, but turned out to be workboot wearing, pill-popping socialists who flashed their tits in the Grad Lounge at York U and wrote papers like Gender and the Political-Economy of the Patriarchical Washroom Attendant Industry in late-1700s Paris Restaurants, as Divined Through The Channeled Spirit of a Female Hamster Who Nested in A Pile of Shredded Pages of Foucault's Great Grandfather's Diary. A drunken night of non-commital sex was sufficient in these cases.

2. Feminism made me a fatherless child.

3. Feminism caused me to be humiliated as a boy, while brawling with opponents on the rink, as my mother out-screamed the hockey dads with cries of "Don't hurt him little K- he has feelings too, sweetie!".

4. Feminism gave me several STDs.

5. Feminism means I have to feel MORE inadequate about the fact that, even though my wife makes more money than I do, she still manages to accomplish more around the house - or so her male secretary tells me everyday in reminder calls from her office.

Hey, you asked.