Okay, so I just read the most amazing, jaw-droppingly insane essay* in the history of everything ever: an attempt to suggest that – had Andrea Dworkin only gone just a little bit further - she would have arrived at Christian marriage as the ideal.
I mean, it was a super-collider of batshittiness; like, “Hey, everybody. I hate mashed potatoes. They’re the honky-white offal of Beelzebub’s fluxing, irritable bowel, and that’s why the 426 Hemi is the best engine ever” level of crazy.
Man, I love the internet.
*No, I will not link to it. Just Google it if you’re curious.