Walked out of the newest Jason Statham movie for the same reason. Tiny lesbian was holding her own against Statham. I came for a story, not feminist fantasy.
A longer read than most, but the view is worth the climb.
A concise journey through the feminist’s extensive collection of frying pans and cauldrons. It felt like a box set of “How It's Made” videos on the evil queen's poison apple! Really fascinating.
Full of fascinating references and provocative arguments, this essay by my friend Steve Brule makes for compulsive reading—especially (for me) its indictment of feminism.
Finally, irrefutable proof that there's workplace discrimination. Rosie the Riveter (who apparently died in her sleep) is flexing down on us all from heaven.