Eating Shyt Is Not Feminist!*
I’ve heard some feminists assert that radical feminists should eat shyt, because the person feeding the shyt may, perhaps, one day, reveal a golden nugget of valuable information. Except, here is the catch, one must eat shyt, eat shyt, eat shyt, eat shyt, eat shyt, eat shyt, eat shyt, eat shyt, with no end in sight, no clue to when that valuable nugget may appear, but still eat shyt eat shyt eat shyt eat shyt eat shyt eat shyt eat shyt, because maybe, just maybe that golden nugget may be in the next lump of shyt. Feminists are being advised by so-called feminists to eat shyt on good faith, to take their word that the golden nugget will appear some day. Forget about the possibility of becoming accustomed to the taste and smell of shyt even though eventually you will no longer detect shyt when you are being fed shyt. And, if you are not being fed shyt, but in close proximity to the smell of shyt and you can see the shyt being fed to other women, you should shut it, and not express your oversensitivity to the smell and/or taste of shyt. Because you know, in some bizarre illogical reasoning, making the shytter feel welcome will discourage the shytter from staying.
I don’t eat shyt, regardless of who the shytter is. Just a tip, if you want to empower yourself, perhaps you should not eat shyt either.
* changed the i to y in an attempt to keep the perverts away. Nasty bastards.