From the article:
Feminists. That entitled group of navel-gazing, man-bashing, bra-burning, Hillary-loving whiners. You know—the kind who tweet their abortions and construct displays of 4,500 dye-soaked sanitary napkins and call it art. The kind that rejects all the things I love most about being female.
A young feminist comes to grips with reality and common sense. Sometimes this happens. There is still hope that we are not circling the drain.