Where we turn the soapbox over to the feminists, themselves.
While men strut and fret their hour upon the stage, shout in bars and sports arenas, thump their chests or show their profiles in the legislatures, and explode incredible weapons in an endless contest for status, an obsessive quest for symbolic "proof" of their superiority, women quietly keep the world going.
Every time a woman has been burned at the stake, at war or at work, other women have been near enough to hand over the torch and whisper words of encouragement to the executioner.