Goddess of Misandry
And what are my criteria for being the goddess of misandry, anyway? Well...uh...I don't sleep with men just because they tell me to! That counts for something, right?
Okay, bad strawman over, I really don't like this misandry trend.
"But why?" the proud misandrists ask me. "Misandry is just a natural outgrowth of feminism! It's the logical next step!"
Well, no. My first problem with misandry is that I don't think institutionalised misandry is a thing - nor will it be, unless the misandrists institute a matriarchy that oppresses men over centuries, and because self-proclaimed misandrists mostly seem to be hipsters interested in infighting and kitsch rather than the next Valerie Solanas (which is probably just as well, because she led a very complex and tragic life). So to me, calling myself a misandrist is the equivalent of calling myself a pink pizza unicorn, and I just don't see the point.
All the same, for anyone who cares about the self-determination of oppressed people, it's important - no, it's vital - and it's work that we should all be pulling together to do.