I know I’m always urging everyone to make with the analysis rather than the anecdote, but I read this
“Alas, it took me many funfem years to figure this out.”
in the comments the other day and thought, mang, so many of the radical feminist types say the same thing, that they came gradually to the radical position after misspending their youth as empowerfulized funfeminist collaborators.
For example, years ago, when performing in my rock band, I myself used to dress in negligees and combat boots to play such feminist anthems as “My Baby Won’t Go Down On Me” and “Don’t Fuck With the Straight Girls Downtown” while crowds of dudes hooted their approval. I thought I was being super fucking transgressive, banging on a Les Paul and snarling through lipstick “you’ve got the second-biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
So, what’s your take? Did you slog through an embarrassing funfeminist phase? What turned you around? Is funfeminism a necessary step on the road to truth, beauty, and militancy? Give us your anecdote.