When I was in college, feminists near and far were on a rampage against marriage as an institution, saying it gave a man too much power over a woman. Now that I am happily married (many years now, thanks) I can cheerfully and with authority disagree with that assessment - most of the time.
Michael Schiavo ought to be the poster child for feminism's campaign against the oppression of women by men. I don't get it. They ensemble en masse for tilting at windmills, but give them a genuine, provable case of a man throwing his weight around at his wife's expense, and they can't even saddle a nag or two? This guy is killing a woman who no longer meets his expectations, and they can't at least stand up and politely make the suggestion that he just take a hike?
The courts are taking a man's side simply on his word, and have refused to let the man's wife have legal representation, and NOW isn't screaming bloody murder?
Scott Ott, otherwise known as ScrappleFace, takes aim at this insanity in a satirical piece, linked above. A note to satire novices: satire is sometimes funny, even hysterically so, but the point of satire is to shift the focus and then zero in on something. Sometimes it isn't the least bit humorous. If you're looking for laughs, "Right-to-starve Added to Feminism's Victories" isn't the place to go.
Surprised by Oxford by Carolyn Weber
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I read this memoir conversion story on my Kindle back in 2011 when it first
was published. I said then that I enjoyed the story, but it left me feeling
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