That's not *my* feminism

The junk I see all over the place now on nearly every feminist website I check out...holier than thou finger pointing, telling people how they're allowed to speak, censorship everywhere, responding to anything you don't like by "OMG BAAAWWWWW I HAZ BEEN TRIGGERED!!!one!

What the hell is that? Who are these delicate flowers whose worlds will implode if they read anything they don't approve of? If you supposedly fight for rights, what's with the censorship and telling everyone else what to do?

These "indigo children" need a boot in their indigo ass. That whiny crap isn't *my* feminism.

I am strong on my own. I have no delusions of grandeur, I don't try to police other people's speech; I know how to live in the actual world. I don't fall to soggy bits if I step out of "safe space." What's that anyway? The world is not a safe space. I'm sick of the nanny mentality. Everything has to be safe. And in implementing that, there's nothing left you are allowed to say or do.

A strong woman is not a freakin' wilting lily who needs to live in a padded cell. Shit happens. People say stuff you don't like. You don't rule the world. A feminist is supposed to be fighting against oppression, not creating it herself.

While these people are bitching, moaning, whining, and having miserable victimized lives competing in the Oppression Olympics, I'm out partying. Yes, in miniskirts and stripper shoes. O NOES THE MALE GAZE! I HAZ BIN OBJECTIFIED! Or not? I don't give a shit. I am busy having fun. Who *are* these women who curl up and die inside if a man looks at them, anyway? You wanna look, please, help yourself. That's why it's on display. I actually thought about getting a shirt printed up to wear to the club that says LOOK AT MY BOOBS WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU. Of course, to wear the shirt, I'd be covering up my boobs...so I haven't done it.

Never doubt that I'm a real feminist. What I'm NOT is a whiny punk ass bitch.

And I am through with these ridiculous sites full of horseshit.