This is reblogged from the Otherwhere Gazette, with a hat tip to Sarah Hoyt, who put it on Instapundit.
For my Mum, my beloved, my sisters, my daughter, my grand-daughter. Who all enjoy being girls. And ignore the women who say being a girl is bad.
I am an inconvenient woman. I won’t lie down and lick the balls of the men they say are feminist, so I must be ignored. I am an inconvenient woman. I will not use my sex as a weapon to draw attention to my work, preferring it to stand on its own merits. Therefore I must not be a woman. I am an inconvenient woman. I have a husband, and I’m not afraid to show him off, even when he’s being masculine. Therefore I must be a gay man (for I am not allowed to be a woman, and prefer males). I am an inconvenient woman. I enjoy dressing up and then I don’t slap or scold those who look at me and find me good to see. Therefore I am a traitor to my gender. I am an inconvenient woman. I have been barefoot, pregnant, in the kitchen not only once, but many times. And I liked it! Therefore I am anti-feminist. I am an inconvenient woman. I have been sinned against and abused by men, but I refuse to take up the torch of victimhood. I will not denounce and renounce all men, therefore I am a man, myself. I am an inconvenient woman. I have stood in defense of men when they were bombarded with ludicrous accusations, and have claimed to love and be loved by my father, son, and husband, not to mention friends. Thus, I am ignored as a woman. I am an inconvenient woman. I defy the narrative and refuse to allow myself to become a pawn in a battle I did not choose. But when provoked beyond all reason, ignored, repudiated, and denied, hear me: I am a woman!
The only people who these women are inconvenient to are those professional womens activists who hate their own sex. God bless those women who will not be defined by the narrative of this age. Who know the elite lie, and will not be like them.
