Her Name Is White Feminism And She Is Your Toxic Friend

She got too drunk at your mutual friend’s birthday party and screamed at the DJ because, “How could they play THAT song!”

She complains that everyone falls in love with her.

She borrows your clothes, steals your food, and adopts your favorite restaurants, without asking you, telling you, or giving you credit.

This is White Feminism, she is self-absorbed, emotionally fragile, and reckless with your feelings. She is your toxic friend.

She has a “complicated” relationship with her father, but he keeps her well-connected through his fellow union members, fraternity brothers, camp buddies, or bosses who’ve “just seen something in him.” He brags about how he pulled himself up by his bootstraps. She complains loudly about people who get “handouts” or “unearned” advantages.

She doesn't have any old friends; they have all betrayed her in some way or another.