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Why I Don't Like Feminists

**The women mentioned in this article have been renamed for purposes of privacy and discretion.** “I’m protesting the NFL this year.” Play practice suddenly got very quiet. It wasn’t common to hear a black woman standing up for her rights in the Deep South of America. This was Baton Rouge, after all. Moments ago we were all swapping stories, mostly white women, about where to find cheap but good clothes at various different thrift stores. This one Goodwill, on College? It’s like a boutique. It’s fancy; it doesn’t look like a Goodwill at all. Isn’t that just amazing? She looked around after having dropped her wisdom like she’d dropped a grenade. LeAndre’s eyes were huge. Evidently, the women around her (including our very feminist director, who will remain nameless in this instance because I actually have the utmost respect for her) weren't ready for it. The second the words fell out of her mouth, I started to pipe up in agreement, but found that my fellow actresses

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