Feminists

My mom was an early feminist not so much because she wanted to be but because she had no choice.

She'd been a housewife until my bastard of a father took off when I was 6 and in the hospital. She HAD to go to work and she had to advocate for herself for any career advance she got. She also had to put up with the BS about being "hot to trot" because she was divorced, she didn't know how to take care of a husband and, of course, the old reliable "her place is in the home" nonsense.

My mom never hated any man, including my father. Any feminist that I've ever known has had the radical notion that women were actually PEOPLE (that stolen from one of my favorite bumper stickers).

My mom, with occasional help from some of my terriffic uncles, taught me more about being a man than my father ever did. My mom kept a warm roof over our head and food on out table when the term for a deadbeat dad was "up & coming go-getter young business executive".

My mom could be a pain in the ass sometimes, but her actions were motivated by LOVE!

Man-hater? HELL NO!

Neither are any of the other feminists I've known.

BTW, K & R!

PEACE!