Yes, nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing sensational. I’m just a male feminist (I already fear for my life) who’s constantly taken the piss for you all, and no, I don’t want to get in your pants. Hell no. I’d rather talk with you about soccer, or steampunk literature, or buccal biofilms. Or female genital mutilation, or how my abusive, sadistic narcissist dad fucked up my mom’s life (yet she won’t divorce him).

Anyway, I’m slowly getting through breakfast while recovering from an acute infection. I love culturing/studying facultative anaerobes in Petri dishes, but they tend not to love me back (once they’re inside my body).

I’m also typing this little nothing post, of course. Obviously.

A short post to say THANK YOU to every one of you. My heart starts palpitating whenever I encounter any material related to Women’s issues, rights, and feminism. I’m still not sure why. Maybe I DO know why. I’ll keep pressing for the day when Women in reception foyers won’t be required to wear makeup to work, just to be nothing more than an aesthetic-in-stilettos for retaining the customers. I’ll keep being irksome until Mario isn’t tasked with rescuing a kidnapped, helpless Princess for the umpteenth time. I’ll keep kicking until society ceases from requiring Women to acquiesce to marriage, child-bearing, looking pretty with layers of makeup, and avoiding “dirty” blue-collar occupations.

They can call me “white knight” all they want, deface my Twitter, and hurl abuses at this “SJW”, but frankly, I don’t give a flaming fuck.

I’m in this because SOMETHING HAS TO HAPPEN.

NOW.

Don’t stop. Lots of Women have to be off their societal fetters. Make that happen. Oh, and fuck the patriarchy. The majestic elephants know how it’s done. Even a bull in musth knows not to mess with a seasoned cow. She’ll put him in his place over and again.

Maryam Mirzakhani surely is proud of you all.