Life was better in the echo chamber…

Because it’s just way to problematic to deal with people who aren’t as crazy as you are.

So this has lead me to wonder – can I really be friends with people who aren’t feminist or pro-feminist? Do I want to compromise my beliefs and who I am in order to make it possible to have enough friends to form a decent party, or to go out with? I don’t know that I do. All I do know is that it’s pretty fucking lonely right now – other than the support and love of my fantastic feminist friend who is thankfully also here in Paris – and I want to get back to my Sheffield Fems where I can rant and rage and be myself and know that everyone understands and everyone cares just as much as I do.

Source: I’m Not a Feminist, But…: Don’t ever fucking ask me again why we need women only, pro-feminist space, or I will lob my bowl of chocolate ice cream to the floor and scream.

[tags]insanity, echo chamber, humor, hairy legs[/tags]