Memories of a Feminazi

Her beady little eyes lit up with contempt that said "damn this male dominated society." To her, I was the personification of what she perceived to be the greatest, most pervasive ill of the world at large.

She let out a whiny little huff as she handed me back the signed paper. I'm sure she wanted to say something like "Take your underhanded, treachererous ways of subverting my authority using methods which develop naturally in the horribly misguided minds of youths raised in male dominated society... just the whole phallic thing and shove..." She caught herself and stopped.

She grew even more angry at the fact that I had created such emotions in her that she would almost let somthing like that slip from her mouth. But it was obvious this feminazi wouldn't be telling me to shove my way of doing things anywhere -- you know why? Cuz that is so male centric. And she is a feminazi. She was very pissed off at herself for thinking within those confines. But it was reflected back at me.

"You know, you're getting away with this now... but don't expect to do very well out there with this kind of dealing."

"I told you. I felt unfomfortable in your classroom. I felt like I was being attacked."

Rage. Fire. Beadier eyes. The beadiest eyes. I did feel uncomfortable in Women's Studies 102. It was a fucking horrible idea to take that as a humanities elective. I did not expect it to be a difficult class; I did expect to gain some sort of new perspective about something... but it was just a bunch of wildabeasts over the age 47 (*editors note* We apologize to all of our female readers over the age of 47 who are college freshmen; no offense really) who were still college freshmen bitching about things. I wanted to tell them to grow a pair. I'm sure that would have went off famously.

I really shouldn't have been exposed to that kind of shit at age 21. But I had to take care of biz. It was fucking serious, man. And when things are serious... you must act. Sometimes.

Looking back, I'd say it was my love of the drink and the good old belly laugh that brought me to this woman's office that day. The actual reason was to get that fucking class dropped off my transcripts before the evil dean could wise up to my shananigans....