The Strawfeminist is crafty; or rather, those who employ her are. She can be pressed into service at any moment, for any purpose, under any identity except her own.
How do you know when you have met the Strawfeminist? If you consider yourself an actual, real-life feminist, there are some telltale signs that can alert you immediately:
You may feel a sense of deja vu, of having been here before, had this discussion already, seen that movie too, etc.
You may become exhausted and apathetic, devoid of motivation, demoralized and hopeless, perhaps even ready to take to your bed.
You may experience a sudden, overwhelming urge to mix up a pitcher of martinis and throw it at somebody, followed by an equally sudden, overwhelming urge to mix up a pitcher of martinis and drink it, all of it, by yourself.
