Ben Shapiro

And the scar that you carry around, the tattoo that you emblazon on your body that brags about your sin, those are not the same thing.

But again, this is the message that is now being taught to young women by a really poisonous culture.

Emily Badaszkowski has a piece over at New York Magazine called Sex as a Single Mom, preaching much the same sort of stuff.

She says the character I'd learned to embody after my divorce in my period of compulsively dating was a villain, poison ivy, catwoman, sexual but scary.

And she drank gin martinis, many, many gin martinis.

She was not tragic, nothing close to a victim.

No one needed to feel sorry for her.

In fact, they should all be jealous.

Divorce single mom?

What about instead a woman who needs nothing from men?

I already had the kid and the motherhood experience so many of my friends secretly coveted while pretending to date casually.

I had no illusions about the romance of marriage or a shared life together.

I'd learned the hard way that being alone was better than most partnerships.

I'd seen too much, discovered what many women do only when they get divorced in their mid-40s.

I'd lived through the failure of a union and I was barely into my 30s.

This was my villain origin story.

I decided to F my way into a new kind of woman.

I wanted to destroy the Madonna, the special girl I'd worked so hard to be before an eight pound baby had torn my vagina in two and replace her with the whore.

Let's give them a taste of their own medicine, I joke with friends.

I thought I'd get some great orgasms and a few funny stories on the way too.