I would rather be a bad feminist than no feminist at all. Like most people, I’m full of contradictions but I also don’t want to be treated like sh*t for being a woman. I cannot and will not deny the importance and absolute necessity of feminism. No matter what issues I have with feminism, I am a feminist. She is completely the self-proclaimed Bad Feminist. Roxane Gay, however, is direct, unwavering, thoughtful. Without meaning to attribute unintended words to the good Professor, I seem to be hearing some less-than-patient reactions! Me? Delusional? Why, yes. In the midst of this season of amplified insanity (exacerbated by a complicated three-part move), I find myself seeking escape via audible renditions of bestselling novels cross-populating most of the ‘Best-of’ lists  too many are not faring particularly well as I dissect with Gay-spectacles firmly perched. If I were to choose the one book that affected me most this year – the one that ran the entire spectrum from giddiest to maddest, from eye-opening in wonder to eye-scrunching in horror – this is it.īad Feminist has forever changed the way I read, because I now find myself obsessively re-examining titles past and present through a Gay-lens.