Don’t get me wrong, I am not advocating a return to the 1950s, when women were on the shelf by 30 and getting a suitable husband was their goal in life, but I wonder if by refusing to show any chinks in my intellectual armour, I’m the one who is losing out.
Translation: I screwed up my life and am lonely as a result of feminism, but it was still the right choice.
Sounds an awful lot like the wannabe communists who continue to insist that true communism is still the right choice despite the death toll in the hundreds of millions.