And I can tell you this with some certainty, because two of them have been staying with me the last couple of days, and will be through the weekend. One is English, living in Paris, and a noted speaker and presenter at women's forums worldwide. The other is French, from Chateauroux, and also works in the field of empowering other women.
Before anyone does the FFL Two Step and starts mouthing off about Turq's latest ménage à many, both are just friends and they're staying with me because I have a three-bedroom house and they're avoiding 500 Euros or so in hotel costs while attending a women's conference here in Sitges. http://www.winconference.net/ As a result, I been up to my crown chakra in women and women's thinking for the last two days, not only being with my friends and sitting and talking with many of the other participants at the conference, but be able to sit in on some of the meetings as well. And I'm here to tell you that real women don't screech. Real women don't whine. Real women don't hold onto losing positions once they have proven themselves lost; they move on immediately to the next-best winnable position. Real women don't try to blame men for their problems. Real women don't hide behind the excuse of misogyny. Instead, they talk about what they want to achieve, and help each other achieve it. It's really neat to see, and to feel the vibe of. And I hope it explains a little bit why I might have seemed a tad...uh...excessive in my writings about real feminism vs. faux feminism lately. It's like I've been able to sit and watch and talk with Vanessa Redgrave and Jane Fonda during the day and much of the evening, but one hour a day (the time I spend on Fairfield Life), I have to watch their parts being played by third rate actors and fourth-rate women. I'm sorry, but the *contrast* between the women I'm talking to and the two women talk talk talk talking and demanding demanding demanding to be heard heard heard and taken seriously seriously seriously is so intense that I can sometimes not contain my outrage that these two harpies dare call themselves women.
