Back in the day when I used to do a lot of online dating, I would often read on men’s profiles that they were “seriously into feminists.” As a young feministy lady in Chicago, this was an immediate turn-on. I loved the idea of a supportive, sexy, Ryan Gosling-meme type who was just as into reproductive rights as I was.
The reality of these guys was a bit different from my idealized-meme vision, though. Once out with them, I found them to be seeking more of an ‘80s version of a power-suited, bitch-boss feminist: someone who would bring home the bacon, fry it up, and pound it home. And though I see the appeal of all this (especially the bacon!), I'm not really the hard-on, emotion-less, power-bitch trope of a feminist they sought.