From the man who opened a text conversation with a photo of his naked chest and encouraged me to reciprocate in the name of the Free The Nipple movement, to the fellow who agonised over accepting a blowjob because, despite enjoying them, he found the act simply too degrading to let me perform; dating male feminists turned out to be one of the least empowering decisions I’ve ever made.
Then there was the gentleman who messaged me every second day to ask my fem-pinion on everything from vajazzling to Lena Dunham’s memoir. When I finally asked him to cool his jets, he responded furiously that I should be grateful for his incessant questions and I was lucky a man wanted to hear my opinion at all.
Have fun growing old with your cats, sweetie.
I like this comment:
I have similar dating advice for men, don’t date a female feminist, because they fall into two categories, female supremacists or misandrists. Just as the racist will say he has a black friend, the man-hating bigot female supremacist will claim she likes some males. Pride based on gender, race or religion is the flip – side of the coin of bigotry.