I woke up this afternoon feeling so strange. It’s not my room, it’s not my bed, and nothing feels familiar. My family isn’t here, and suddenly there’s a man, my husband, sharing my personal space for the first time. I don’t even know how to explain it, but I feel like an impostor just walking around and doing things in this place.
It’s easier to argue with me than to have some introspection on the type of language you choose when talking about women.
I don’t understand why you’re projecting that on me.
I’ve explained my position and I stand behind it and that’s all I can do.
Like I said, I think she’s a victim, and I’m sorry for her situation. My wife considers me a feminist and that’s all the validation I need. You can choose to believe what you want.
Waking the walk and talking the talk are two separate things.
Maybe resist comparing women to animals in the future, Mr. Feminist.