By Danielle Bernstein “Oh no, you go first,” I politely say as I hold the door open with nothing but my feminine prowess. The man doesn’t know what to do! He is frozen at the threshold, his masculinity challenged by this simple act of female chivalry. After a 46-second standoff,...
“You know, I couldn’t make the march, but knowing that I can lend even the tiniest amount of support to women really makes me feel like part of the cause,” said King, wiping a towel against his face.
Indeed, everyone I speak to should respect my nuanced view that feminism and its subscribers by proxy are moronic and delusional.
