Here are 10 of my fondest memories of dating a Christian Feminist. Please keep in mind, this one held<span style=”line-height: 1.5;”> a Minor in Women’s Studies from a fancy private liberal arts college. She’s a “real” feminist and highly qualified to hate men. She has the student loan debt to prove it. </span>
<p class=”p1″>1) One semester I lived next to two sororities with my roommates, I’d call my girl to invite her over and she would ask me “are the sluts over at your place.” “Yeah they are, 4 of my buddies are in the middle of a war trying to pick off the loosest of the herd, Stephanie… I’m not trying to bang her. Deal with it.” She had “fought” for equal opportunity for women, but really hated the sluts… Makes sense to me.</p>
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<p class=”p1″>2) After crashing 2 cars driving drunk within 6 months she got offended that I “had become too possessive” when I would ask her where she was or what she was doing.</p>
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<p class=”p1″>3) I was never allowed to hang out with her on Friday or Saturday nights the last few years of the relationship because she was always with her friends. My idea of compromise was planning a Saturday 2-3 weeks in advance, and routinely shot down because she claimed “something may come up with her girlfriends” despite never having any plans… Why pass up a good opportunity to get boozed up?</p>
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<p class=”p2″>4) When I bought a condo near her job, while commuting 35 minutes to work myself, she got mad and said she “didn’t want to be tied to this area.” Me buying MY own home wasn’t what SHE wanted. Hahaha!</p>
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<p class=”p2″>5) She would apply to jobs (in 2008, middle of the recession) in NYC and LA and tell me I would have to “figure our relationship out” if she got one. Refer to #4. Me purchasing my home ruined her chances of getting a job, in a field she had no experience in, in NYC in the middle of the recession. Looks like she wasn’t the next Carrie Bradshaw after all.</p>
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<p class=”p2″>6) I haven’t talked to her in 4 years, but I still take care of the dog and cat she had to have, which we got together. She would go out to the bar 5 nights a week with her girlfriends, but if I was out at the bar with a buddy, she would demand to know why I wasn’t “home watching the dog and cat…”</p>
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<p class=”p2″>7) She argued passionately that eating out every night was cheaper than cooking meals at home. I taught her everything she knew about cooking, she couldn’t cook a thing….</p>
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<p class=”p1”>8) I was never allowed to meet any of her new friends when we moved to Orange County. Even though they would bring their boyfriends/husbands. One time after I broke up with her, I ran into her at the grocery store with her coworker friend “Damon” who I was never allowed to meet when I was with her. Since she never established myself as her boyfriend, he got lead on and then later became her supervisor and got back at her. Needless to say, she played the evil man card and went on quite a feminist induced rage for months…</p>
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<p class=”p2″>9) I was 23 and she was 26, I told her I wanted to marry her, but I was still too young. She got mad and blamed me for ruining the relationship because I didn’t propose to her “in time.” She then told me she didn’t know if she even wanted to get married anymore because her mom had left the family to run off with some rich guy in San Francisco when she was a girl and it hurt her…</p>
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<p class=”p2″>10) She never once blamed herself at all for having a role in the demise of our relationship. The closest she ever came was “I guess I may have done a few things wrong…” Then she told me the real problem was that I just “loved her too much” and it really wasn’t a relationship, we “just started having sex and never stopped.”</p>
Anonymous 5 years ago.
