This is not the sort of competition we need.

No matter how reprehensible Yoffe’s latest fit of faux-feminist drunk-shaming may be, I’m sure it’s nowhere near as repulsive as Julie Burchill and Helen Lewis complaining about how the intersectional feminists are so MEEN to them. I would rather pull my toenails off with pliers than give even one more pageview to anything written by Burchill, the vicious transphobic piece of work. I gotta practice self-care sometimes, folks.

Today, I’m going with the lesser of two evils.