^Women have always been their own worst enemy, thus no surprises.
For every step they take for feminism, they take 2 back, argue along the way, break-down and cry, hug & kiss, cry some more, hug again & not kiss, take another step, run off to the washroom to "freshen up", then look for their blind-dates, get their hearts broken by some asshole, forget where they parked their car, then find themselves taking another step back, end up running in to one of their girlfriends who's having "man issues", console her, then fight with her, make-up hugs & kisses, then remember to take another step for feminism, only to remember the oven is still on & the cake has turned tart black, run back in to the kitchen, where she will find another woman's bra, burn it along with a few others of her own that she hates in the burning oven, cry again, then run off to the washroom and "freshen up" just one more time as she goes off to a feminist meeting on campus.
I love women, why guys get so worked up over feminism? I will never understand.
