The Other McCain on ‘Broken People,’ Cats and Prozac:
See, this is the thing with young feminist writer types nowadays. They can’t go to Podunk State University. No, they must attend one of those private schools where annual tuition is at or near the median U.S. household income. This is the only way to become that glorious being, The Writer. And, probably because as girls dreaming of becoming The Writer, they watched a sitcom or movie about the lives of quirky bachelorettes in Brooklyn, they simply must live there after graduation.
Well, you may ask, what does The Writer write about?
Herself, of course! Do these elite colleges offer a major in Solipsism Studies nowadays? Because Ms. Stokes’s oeuvre is typical of the genre — menstruation, her sex dreams, things that make her cry.
See the whole post for a year’s supply of ugly feminism expertly distilled by Robert Stacy McCain. All I will add is if the XO Jane blogger had an ounce of initiative she would do it right by getting married, having kids, and then give us all a front row seat as she puts her kids through the meat grinder.
Hat Tip Instapundit.