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'stress' Was The Catch-all Every Pamper-pedlar I Spoke To Used To Explain Why Healthy Women Feel The Need To Be Regularly Patted, Petted And Preened Into A State Of Babyish Beatification.

As A Kid, I Grew To Define What I Didn't Want My Life To Be Like By Sitting Behind Moaning Women On The Bus, Hearing Them Bang On About Their Aches And Pains, Both Real And Imagined.

It Seems That One Moment I Was This Little Kid Only Caring About Animals And Flowers And Stuff, And Then The Next Minute I Was This Raging Stew Of Hormones. I Don't Know If You've Ever Been A Raging Stew Of Anything, But I Wouldn't Particularly Recommend It.

I Just Have A Real Problem With People Who Seek To Portray Fatness Or Thinness As Moral Concepts.

A Good Part - And Definitely The Most Fun Part - Of Being A Feminist Is About Frightening Men.