Thanks.

My dislike for feminism is its intolerance of reality.

Let's look at sexual dimorphism in terms of species survival. That's what it's for; right? And separation of form necessarily implies separation of function. This doesn't mean that women can't be airline pilots or men can't work in child-care. But it does mean that nature has made women and men different in pursuit of survival. And this is the principle that feminism seems to find intolerable.

"Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for this equal business. I think women ought to be entitled to have everything and all, etcetera. Except sometimes I think what they want is to be entitled to be men." -- "Les," in "Tootsie" (1982)

When feminism is about women being whatever they want to be, when it's about equal pay for equal work, I have no problem with it, at all. Unfortunately, that's not what feminism is about today. Today, it seems like a lot of bitter, perpetually unhappy women who cannot be satisfied with any set of circumstances that leaves them distinguishable from men. It's envy politics, in my opinion -- trivial and hollow.

This doesn't mean I hate this sort of feminist -- not at all. I pity them. They are trapped in their own version of unreality, refusing to leave because of what they think it will cost them, their insides tearing at them, world without end.

Sounds like Hell, doesn't it.