Here's another version of this (and by the way, I thought your remark about Willamena being sarcastic was sort of a moot point in light of this previous thread from you, which is absolutely dripping in the stuff):
"In order for me to put myself in the shoes of a feminist (as defined by the actions of contemporary "feminists" who have, by the way, totally redefined, in the worst sense of the word, the true meaning of feminism), I must temporarily imagine I am completely ignorant as to what true feminism means, and nevertheless willing to proclaim loud and proud my conviction that it is single-handedly responsible for all the terrific things in the world of women today - third trimester abortion on demand, babies raised from 6 weeks on in crowded daycares, single moms who file for no fault divorce because their husbands "verbally abused" them by pointing out the fact that they are overweight, bitter, frigid, and put their career before their marriage, hectic schedules that include a 10 hour work day, an hour commute, fast food dinners eaten in the car or, on a good day, dinner at home in front of the tv watching the 10 pm news, latchkey kids, women support groups that disparage and undermine the true qualities of men, sexual freedom that results in STDs, unwanted pregnancies, disdain from our teenage daughters as they watch us act like whores, and the creeping suspicion that somehow when we asked for it all, we got it all...and all includes some things we didn't really bargain for.
To accomplish this feat, I must be willing to imagine that when I listen to my college professors and the leaders of my local feminazi groups, I am getting a 100 % accurate, clear-eyed, realistic view of what real life is like, and how it has changed. I must suspend my capacity for critical thinking, stamp out my considerable self-hatred, embrace infantile feelings of entitlement, let my aggressive and frustrated sexual fantasies run rampant over every aspect of my life, and above all, I must blame my personal feelings of failure and inadequacy on stronger, braver, more feminine, more secure, happier, more honorable, more capable, more intelligent, more versatile more honest women than myself. If I do all of the above, then I have no problem seeing the world through their eyes.
However, intense feelings of neurosis, belligerent, condescending ignorance and repressed self-loathing is an uncomfortable state to maintain. You get around that problem by pretending that less "feminist minded" women are actually deeply philosophical and well-informed. I get around it by saying "Well, what a bunch of intolerable, backwards morons". Both of us are equally subjective, and both of us have taken a stab at seeing through their eyes. I simply reject their POV while you attempt to embrace and justify it."
Now - that's a bit over the top, I admit it, and of course I wouldn't throw that sort of garbage at anyone in any seriousness. But if you're offended by such a ridiculous rant, what you're feeling NOW is "walking a mile in the other's shoes."
