Usually what I do is rebloging, but since this case I could not, I had just copy and paste from here:
1. You must be a lesbian.
I might be a lesbian. I might be pansexual, genderqueer, bisexual, asexual, heterosexual, etc. My sexuality doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with my political ideology. Unless I’m a political lesbian, but you wouldn’t understand.
2. So, you don’t think men and women are different at all?
Actually, I think people are different in so many ways. I think that people are nuanced, and should be judged according to their skills, talents, and actions. I don’t think you should make assumptions based on someone’s presupposed gender. And let’s be honest, I’m not very thrilled that you still only think that this world is made up of two distinct categories of people. Amiright?
3. Why do you hate men?
I don’t hate men. Some of the best people in my life identify as men. I hate a system that privileges certain men over all others, while simultaneously constraining other men for behavior that isn’t congruent with heteronormative values.
4. Any statement where the word “misandry” is used seriously.
Seriously. Just stop it.
5. What does [insert “ism” here] have to do with feminism?
Someone once asked me what disability had to do with feminism, and I felt like the Internet needed to shut down for the day. I wanted to yell at the person for being so fucking stupid, but then I remembered that some real asshats pretend to fly the Feminist Flag, and I sort of calmed down. For the record y’all, feminism, feminism that is worth anything, is all about intersectionality. That means that feminists are concerned with sexism and: racism, heterosexism, ableism, classism, etc., etc., etc.
6. I’m not a feminist. I’m a humanist.
It would be hypocritical of me to blast you for the way you identify. I don’t care if you identify as a bisexual panda, it’s no skin off my back, but you don’t need to be a prick about it. Saying “I’m a humanist” is awesome, it usually means we’re going to be friends, but the scathing, derisive, dripping “I’m not a feminist” that precedes or follows your declaration is just unnecessary.
7. I’m kind of a feminist.
This one just hurts because we’re so close to being friends. You’re telling me this because you’re in good damn company, so embrace it. Wrap yourself up in the feminist label and get comfortable, because I’m not the person you need to placate with your qualifiers. You are a feminist, so stop pretending, and let’s go drinking and smash the patriarchy.