You have to admire the Strawfeminist. She's endured having the stuffing beat out of her ever since feminism was only a gleam in some poor, misguided woman's eye; yet she remains just as beatable as ever to this very day.
The Strawfeminist is remarkably versatile. She has more guises than a Barbie doll. Unlike Barbie, however, the Strawfeminist looks best garbed in several clashing outfits at once:
She's a confirmed man-hater who can't quit raving about all the dirty, freaky sex she's been having, sex she intends to force you to have, too.
She's a bloodthirsty baby-killer who routinely lures to her bed unsuspecting men, innocent victims who believe her when she says she cannot become pregnant--all so she can ruin them financially by demanding so-called "child support" payments from them, for the rest of their lives.
She's a foolish believer in something called "sisterhood," because naturally, she hates women.
The important thing to remember is that no position is too contradictory or insane for the Strawfeminist to assume. I figure she must do some very advanced form of yoga to be so bendy.