Have I Mentioned Lately That I Love Echidne?

I love Echidne.

P.S. I find it delightfully generous of the goddess Echidne to credit writers of thoughtful pieces on what is wrong with feminism with having taken the time to become experts on the subject by "reading an article or two and then jawing it over with the guys at bar one Saturday night" before writing their thoughtful pieces on feminism's wrongity wrongness.

I would have said something like "everybody can be an instant expert on feminism by, say, hearing from their cousin Doug that feminists totally suck and don't shave their bits, yo."

Which is hardly as generous.

That's why Echidne's the goddess. And I am a mere mortal.