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Twisty,

You are fantastic, and this comes from somewhere deep.

Struggling through the cusp of adulthood, trying to formulate my dissatisfaction and anger at bruising reality, your site was/is the tip to my arrow of reason.

Before I found this site, I estranged in my little world. As you already know the insecure male 18-34 crowd – especially in mass media – oozes an excess of misogyny (finalizing a lifetime of indoctrination I suppose). Being bombarded with information that I am a weak, worthless, and stupid piece of sex-meat consistently for the past 8 years had done its work.

Naturally, I couldn’t come up with any evidence (other than internalized misogyny) in my own person to support society’s common inclinations about women and womanhood.

However, my only philosophical/empirical ammunition to combat distressing feelings of worthlessness consisted of fumbling notions of egalitarianism and gut feeling of ‘it just isn’t right.’

Then Twisty came along.

Your site verbalizes – hilariously I might add – my vague notions, creeping inclinations, and downright depressing realizations about the world I am increasingly aware of and already disenchanted with at the tender age of 20.

Reading IBTP literally changed my increasingly derogative and contradictory relationship between my ‘gender’ and I, and I cannot thank you enough for that. This blog gave me the validation I desperately needed to reinforce the wordless convictions long-brewing in my throat, evidence that I don’t take society a little too seriously, and an unfortunately necessary reminder that ‘feminist’ is not a dirty word.

Thank you so much. I assume blogging is a laborious and time-consuming task. If there was something I could give back for all the good you’ve done for me I certainly would.

Hopefully though, my thanks makes a little impact on the work/benefit disparity.

Sincerely,

Pilot

Scottish feminist loving your work. Will pass on your blog address round the network at this end of the pond.
Thanks
x

Dear Jane: Unfriend that FB jerkhead, toot-sweet. I do it all the time.
xo,
Jezebella