But I do think that what I went through—the intense love for a controlling man who seemed, at the time, to simply be confident, charismatic and seductive—is not unique to me. I do think there might be some value in saying: I screwed up, I made some poor choices, I made some outlandish statements that I regret, and I suffered because of my own inability to see red flags, and here’s what they looked like, in case you see some of them yourself, so that you might avoid the pain I’ve been through. I don’t know. I just…lately, I just don’t know anymore. People are mean. That’s what I’ve learned from all of this. The cowboy was mean. The critics are mean. The commenters on blogs are mean. There is a capacity for cruelty in this world that is almost beyond comprehension, and right now I sort of just want to curl up and sleep for a long, long time… Read The Feminist and The Cowboy: An Unlikely Love Story.