The king of feminism

I live with an idiosyncratic patriarchal womaniser. Who wears his libido on his sleeve.  In the following I wish to ask the question, has feminism become a brand. Why have men all of a sudden made it a trend to call themselves feminists. Is it being used as some kind of method to make it easier to get in a girl's pants?

So, my flat mate Alex swaggers in yesterday wearing a ripped t-shirt (similar to some kind of flash dance fancy dress) so far ripped that you could see his sexy anchor tattoo that is meant to be reminiscent of 'popeye' inscribed on his left byscept. The top had the slogan written 'I am the king of feminism'.

Before i continue i need to enlighten you on my first encounters with alex. Alex cheated on one of my good friends in first year by sleeping with 3 different girls consecutively behind her back. My first night of living with alex consisted of us all retreating to bed at 2 am and him waking up the next morning to come downstairs girl in arm and a smug grin on his face.
I find it impossible to bite my tongue around his blatent sleeze that he is not in the slightest bit humiliated to conceal.
Therefore yesterday I was shocked by his audicity to wear such a slogan. It was such a mockery to the woman who tied themselves to railings in the 17th centruy it was almost laughable.  His beautiful habits of treating girls like shit. picking up and choosing them when he wants.His contradictory nature of woman loving woman hating riddled into 'king of feminism' really made me question, what is this all about now?

30/11/2010

I never admitted I was addicted to smoking, until the first time I gave up for one day in over a year. Never over estimate the power of denial.
It wasn't too bad until I reached 10 pm when I experienced a hurricane of emotions. This got to the point where I realised how insane this really was. I was sprawled between my bed sheets having a selfish fit by myself. and this was DAY 1
TODAY
 I am working with analogies, every cigarette in my head is a person I love.
Second tactic, wrinkles..

The below image is also a minor push to stop. Oh beautiful Kate always managed to fool me. I dont really want to look like a shrivelled prune if i can help it. Even if i can get airbrushed.

7 days,

So I have reached the week mark. 

And this is the point of Fleming I discovered, this experience is formidably disgusting and something I never wish to endure again. One positive outlook. 

On Friday night it was the hardest. I was invited to a dinner party at a friends house. Every one was smoking. it looks like a have replaced smoking with blogging.