Twenty-nine years ago I took a feminist history class “The History of Women” at our all women sister college. It met one night a week for 3 hours. I took the class to meet women - and I swear to God 95 % of them were angry militant lesbians. I spent the entire semester with my mouth closed and my legs crossed while they celebrated the uterus and denigrated my masculinity.
Oh did I mention I was the only guy in the class? Good times. Damn, good times.
I've read anti-men rhetoric for the past thirty years. Last week I stood in silence as a woman offered a diatribe on the faults of men. Herstory repeats itself as often as history does. The rote is in a rut.