This is a rant near and dear to my heart, asI’ve been ranting about it since I was old enough to know that the difference between men and women is vastly greater than the difference between boys and girls. As Becky recently put it, “[E]qual rights means, you know, equal. Not the girls get to stomp all over the boys for a while.”
I went through my undergrad at San Francisco State University, the student culture of which is a geyser of semieducated liberalism. I won’t start in on the Spartican Youth Organization for now, though, since this has more to do with reading 19th century feminist literature (The Yellow Wallpaper, if you’re interested) and being forced by good manners to endure statements about how all men oppress (but especially the white ones) in all ways all the time. To be truthful, I don’t believe that her husband caused her insanity. Under the misguidance of 18th century science, he was doing the best he could to restore his wife to health and happiness, helping her out of post-partim depression.
