I've spent many moons trying to think of a redeeming quality feminists possess. Sure, they're usually
hairy-pitted nasally-pierced hyenas
whose BMIs are a direct threat to any nearby furniture. But, there has to be
positive about them.
In the post, she talks about her own son, saying, “(o)f course, we all want to raise feminist sons. I
wrote an article
a few months ago detailing the ways I try to do just that. But my efforts are starting to seem like grains of sand against a steady wave-crash of misogyny and rape culture.”
At first glance, you'd probably think her tweet about offing every peen-having organism was just playful hijinks. After reading some of her work? Not so much. It would appear we're dealing with a full-on feminist nutbar here.
Maybe it wasn't her intention to come across as a homicidal leftist loony. But, that's certainly the way things look. From the outside, it looks like a lifetime of
and raised toilet seats have driven Emily over the edge.