Son, Don’t Marry a Feminist, by Suzanne Venker.
If I had a dollar for every email or comment I’ve received from you about what has happened between the sexes over the past 40 years and how it has affected your life, I could retire.
Okay, that’s a bit of a stretch. But it is not a stretch to say that since I began writing about America’s gender war, the number of men I’ve heard from has far exceeded the number of women. You have a lot to say on the subject, and very few outlets to do so. When you do try to share your thoughts on sex and gender, you’re branded a misogynist. …
Out of deference to you and the stories you’ve shared, and because I too have been on the receiving end of feminist vitriol, I wanted you to know what I plan to tell my son.
I’m going to say: Don’t marry a feminist.
- Don’t marry a feminist, son, because she has an ax to grind, and someday you’ll become her target.
- Don’t marry a feminist because she’s unable to give for the sake of giving. Feminists always tally up a score.
- Don’t marry a feminist because family will not come first. Her career will.
- Don’t marry a feminist because equality, not marriage, is her ultimate goal. And for marriage to work, the focus and commitment has to be marriage.
- Don’t marry a feminist because if you get divorced, which you likely will since competitive relationships don’t last, she’ll blame you — and then use your kids as a weapon.
- Don’t marry a feminist because you’ll never be happy. Feminists are perpetually angry and dissatisfied and have no sense of humor.
