|Perhaps the Misogyny Club needs to get their own flier.|
To cap off this week (which eventually will go down in some history book even if she has to write it herself) as she left campus on Friday after failing to download or upload the PDFs she had come to campus expressly to work on (something about a password need to open up Acrobat Adobe, a password she didn't have today and didn't have to have the last time she opened up the documents), anyway, that was all water under the bridge or perhaps spilled milk or maybe the broken eggs an omelet needs, whatever, anyway, on her way out of the L.A. building she spied this flier on the second floor bulletin board and noticed that someone, a male, she surmised, had taken exception to the newly formed Feminist Club.
You can read it for yourself. (Click on the photo for a larger image.)
It was, she thought, as she stood taking a photo, perhaps the perfect punctuation mark to end this week at the little college in the orange groves.
But, just when she was writing the disappointing end to a challenging week, this happened: While she was taking this photo, two female students came by, paused and watched her.
Rebel Girl quipped, "This makes me want to join the club!"
They nodded and one of them said, "I already took a photo and sent it to campus police."
Rebel Girl congratulated her. Then the three women stood for a moment in the sun bright hallway and talked about the very vital need for a Feminist Club.