This comment comes from Violet's post at Reclusive Leftest. It struck a definite chord with me and says a lot about where we are on society's ladder of life. Have you ever experienced anything similar to this?

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   Lisa, Gine, theOtherDelphyne, SKM, and Violet, thanks for your kind words. And thanks to Violet for such an excellent post which has provoked so many interesting and heart-felt comments.

   And Lisa, I loved your comment that “Sexism and misogyny are so covert, and so ubiquitous, that a woman can look crazy complaining about it. It is this trait that makes it so dangerous. How do you fight smoke?”

   I often feel that I “look crazy” when I talk about misogyny. Most of the time my friends and family are polite and wait ’til I finish, then conversation picks up where it left off before I spoke, as if I had committed some embarrassing social faux pas. My words seem to be swallowed up by some sort of voice-choking material– like smoke. It is …”crazy-making.” Not one of my close women friends really “believes in” misogyny. And that makes me feel crazy — as if I am inhabiting a reality no one else sees. It is very isolating. And so, I really appreciate this blog, because, here, I encounter others who affirm my perception of reality — which leads me to believe perhaps I am sane after all.