On Feminism: Jimmy The Naked Misandrist


Traces lingered – she thought she had erased him. She felt that she could take him apart and out of her mind, but his Pokémon card, sandwiched between magnet and fridge door, lingered. It was the card that had fallen out of his pocket on meeting her parents that had provoked the unashamed comment from her mother.

What legitimate man plays Digichu?

She had posted the card as a reminder of their inside joke, which would now be disposed, should the magnet shift to show yellow spikes.


Long hair behind the sink, odd shoe in the closet, essay on his computer.

He washed the pillows four times, the smell of her hair product soaked through: a mix of mango and poison.

Most satisfying wash of my life, he had commented to a fellow clothes-washer in Freshie Laundromat & Diner.

Old hairs found in the new lint screen prompted goosebumps to prick up his thighs.

He felt that he had acquired the impossible power to erase the influence of previous interactions on his current behaviour, a feat with the same likelihood as Anti-Aging Cream.


Tough to avoid the topic which had sparked their now-infamous fight in the café, with photos of his naked ass spread across covers of the latest tabloid trash, when the word was increasingly in the headlines.


The night had started out as any of theirs – cake at the bakery, coffee at the gas station, drinks at the walk-thru créperie- and was settling well at the restaurant.

James, concerned how the pink plates impacted his masculinity, was speaking in a deeper tone than his natural tenor.

You know, did you see what happened on TKN?

The Colts, she said. I don’t know what they were thinking with that last rush.

No, Jay Beemer- he’s gone! Apparently all because he said the thing about Tiger playing ‘like a girl.’


Doesn’t that piss you off? Everyone’s so sensitive these days you can’t even speak your mind, the Second Amendment.

You know you just ended that sentence with Second Amendment.

It’s about freedom, Eugene.

Maybe it’s that people are more aware on the limits of their own freedom. 


You’re really that angry about this?

More aware?

Pass the syrup?

Here. More aware?

Maybe some accountability is finally coming and your boy Beemer couldn’t handle it.

You know, are you serious? And it turned out his Twitter was hacked.

He’s otherwise a funny guy.

I can’t believe you’re being serious. You know, discrimination against men – my gender – comes up and you just sit there, eating your fucking waffles. But when fe- things about women are said to come up –

You can’t even say it, can you?



Pass the syrup.

How does it offend you so much?

Just pass me the damned syrup Eugene.

Saying we love women isn’t about hating men.

Misandrous, he muttered, in baritone.

Red-faced, he slammed down the blade pf his knife through waffle, pink plate, pine table, and started to get undressed.

word by Liam Lachance

colour by Andy Rofles

From the author: “Patriarchy affects everyone negatively, and women disproportionately. Everyone needs to come together to fight the violence – denying things with guilty anger is lazy and does not tap the real value of that person to stop violence.”

Author: Word and Colour

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