A Guide to Feminism
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Hello Friends. And men.
Welcome to the lovely lady world of Feminism. Now, if you are one of those unlucky folk under the impression that feminism is the belief that women should have more rights than men, you've come to the right place, because I'm about to set you straight. Let's dive right in, shall we?
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