I Was a Men’s Rights Activist
As Told to MEL

This is all well and good, kind of reminds of a flyer I saw in Berkeley on telephone pole, put there by “Men Struggling To Smash Sexism” (how macho is that?) back in the early seventies. I think they were protesting the “cock rock” of the Rolling Stones, with a drawing of a guy playing a penis guitar. Always figured they were hoping for mercy fucks.

The problem I would have in calling myself, or anybody, a feminist, is that there is no such thing. It’s just a word.

I have watched what women do to other women, both in the business world and in the realm of the personal, for too many decades to ever believe in “Sisterhood.” Great idea, though.

I’m no “men’s rights” guy at all, but I grew up in a pre-feminist era and my retro and clearly oppressive value system was in place already.

I say “Good luck to you and keep on truckin’!”

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