For me, it happened when my brother let his feminist girlfriend move into our apartment-without even asking me. One day, I just opened the door and boom-there she was. Taking over the fridge with vegan food, claiming my bedroom, and leaving me to sleep on the couch with her bizarre cat, which she somehow trained to hate me.
Honestly, I didn't do anything to deserve this. I'm a good person... I think. The hardest part? I can't speak my mind openly, because it would upset my brother-and disappointing him is something our recently deceased mother would've hated. So instead, I pour all my frustration into writing. I post online a manifesto of sorts, filled with theories about why feminism is toxic and how its mindset is slowly castrating masculinity.
Alone, in a world full of men enslaved to women.
Little did I know what the consequences would be.
This is a romantic comedy based on true events-a sarcastic take on the absurdities of modern feminist thinking.