Death of a Leftist; Birth of a Centrist

I should write a book entitled, "How I Went from Liberal Moonbat to Rational Conservative". There really was a time, not too many years ago, when I drank the leftist kool-aid; no, I friggin' bathed in it.   Re-reading some of my old stuff, I wanted to kick my own ass!

While deeply ensconced in the far left, I joined a message board and was thrown unceremoniously out of Plato's Cave, kicking and screaming all the way.  I was force fed classical liberalism, and berated into actually thinking about the leftist rhetoric I was spewing.  I came out of this experience a changed woman.  I no longer wished to sit beside Marx and swap stories.  Sacrificing my students' learning of the fundamentals in favor of a course in Islamic Basket Weaving became anathema to me.   I began to base my Worldview on the careful examination of empirical evidence, not on the way I felt about whatever was transpiring in the world around me.

I recognized that women had the right to make their own choices; they were no longer required to live by my (then) radical feminist mores. A new phrase entered my lexicon:  equity feminism.  I found that I could strive for parity, not dominance.  What a revelation!

So, for better or worse, this is the Me that you see today.  

There is one thing, however, that I will hold on to with a death grip of steel.

No one, and I mean no one, is ever going to take away my tie-dye!