Last year in July precisely I was informed by a professional antagonist and (sometimes) friend “Your feminism is eighties wrought and boring.”

Part of my response included the assertion that my feminism “doesn’t take the position of contempt for and isolation from other women.  Nor is it shaped by the judgements of men.”

This morning reading Lemonhound’s blog I am proud of my feminism and ever more committed to it, given the current climate and recent mind blowing experiences redolent of 1852. The derailings continue from time to time it has to be said, last week one, this week another. But feck it the wheels go back on the track and I maintain the track is moving in a compelling and engaging direction whether the gatekeepers believe so or not. So thanks very much antagonist but I trust my own weather forecast on these matters not yours.  (Go tell your granny how to suck eggs, comme maman dirait)