A few years ago I was chatting to a woman, a radical feminist, who expressed puzzlement at my interest in radical feminism: where had it come from, what had drawn me towards it? I explained that it had felt like its enmities were towards things I myself detested, and that it seemed both a cogent articulation of what was wrong with them, and a powerful l…
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