Picture a gigantic heap of snow -- the kind you might see pushed up by a snowplow along a highway after a blizzard. Then picture yourself busy with a blowtorch -- slowly, patiently, inch by inch, melting that mound away to nothing. You know that your method cannot fail. You know the snow hasn't got a chance against you, that you need only keep unstintingly at it until the entire mound lies in a puddle at your feet. You know it is only a matter of time and that stubborn perseverence will assuredly crown your efforts with victory. Such is the beauty of an infallible method, and only a failure of sustained endeavor could possibly avert what is ordained.
Very well, feminism is that gigantic heap of snow. And we are the torching crew who cannot fail, provided only that our will-to-power, our discipline to the task and our adherence to the correct procedure do not fail us first. What do you think, does that sound like a good life? You bet it does! And needless to say, we are recruiting and training. So if you believe you are the right sort, then do come around. We'll see you there.