Especially this post: https://noseriouslywhatabouttehmenz.wordpress.com/2012/01/04/freshly-hatched-gynocratic-rage/#more-2509
I don't know why. Maybe it's the presumption or the idea that regular-ole Feminism *isn't* helping men, which is bullshit. You help men by tearing down the institutional bias that causes all the problems men are facing. Maybe it's the article in there establishing a false equivilancy between angry feminists and MRAs. Seriously - how fucking insulting IS that? They infer that their quieter, less angry feminism is more mature than the angry, never-shut-up-about-it type. They go on to call the loudest feminists "anti-evangelists", in the fact that they tell certain people that feminism isn't for them. Oh noes, we might put people off. They say they don't want to go into a tone argument, and then do EXACTLY that.
Now, fuck all that noise in the ear. I've been an angry feminist since childhood. I was angry then and I'm angry NOW. And I'm not going to stop being angry until things fucking change. It's not immature, it's not draining, it's not a bad thing. Feminism isn't a popularity contest. It's hard, heartbreaking, gritty work. And when you get people coming in, saying damaging shit while calling themselves feminist, and when you jack up, they say, "Hmm, you're propping up the power structures you're trying to tear down", that makes people even more angry. It makes *me* see red.
A lot of us are *tired* of being told that we're too angry, too loud, too disagreeable, too unlikeable, too off-putting for the "cause". You know what? Fuck you. I have a lot to be angry about. I was seven when I was first exposed to the damage violent rape can cause. I've been treated as stupid, airheaded, sexually available and/or slutty for much of my adult life because I'm a sex-positive, bubbly, effusive, happy woman. I've gone through fuckfest after fuckfest with shitty men thinking their entitled to my body and getting angry when I tell them they aren't. I was raped. It took me until I was 31 before I found a male lover that WASN'T a sexist jackass that treated me like a human being. And when, during all that, I want to take time off, relax, ignore the world and it's terrible problems? Sexism in my TV shows, sexism in my comics (OH GOD, the SEXISM) and sexism in my games. Barrages of triggers that tear at my good nature and positive outlook every bloody day. And I'm STILL optimistic, I'm STILL nice to people. You know what? It's a fucking miracle I'm not MORE angry, really.
So don't tell me I'm too angry. And DON'T tell me I'm like the MRA scumbags, trying to shuttle us off into a corner while you do your "Grown up" feminism. I'm not extreme in my views. I'm not unfair or elitist. I'm tough, and I'm unrelenting, and I'm not going to let any fucker step on my rights. If that makes me unpleasant to be around, then boo-fucking-hoo. Go hang around Jezebel or Feministing or trade quips with Amanda Marcotte over twitter. You know, while all the angry feminists do all the hard fucking work.