Pretty Misandry is the feminist rant podcast of wild-haired and sparkly-eyed comedian/artist Maggie Strong. In her crusade to rid the world of misogynist idiots, Maggie will skewer anti-feminists of all varieties– from basement-dwelling men’s rights activists to self-righteous religious oppressors. Segments include – but are not limited to – Why I Am A Feminist, Silly Macho Movies, and Rant of the Day. Male tears will be harvested and womyn exalted. Trigger warning: talk of rape culture and related sadnesses.
In this flower of an episode plucked too soon by undeserving mortals, your host fondly recalls last summer’s Online Harassment Melee, during which she received hundreds of hateful messages after posting some anti-MRA videos online. Her self esteem was bruised,…
In this episode that sprang from the Earth’s core, still dripping with Deadly Feminist Lava, your host groans loudly and discusses why sneaky creepers are always worse than overt creepers–cause sneaky creepers target your vulnerabilities and say increasingly sexual things…
In an episode stitched together by politically active wood nymphs, your Pretty Misandrist laments about how asserting her bisexuality has caused tension amongst her conservative relatives. Why can’t she just make posts about her appreciation for hot stoner girls and…
In this Very Special Post Holiday Depression episode, Maggie reflects on how every film geek’s Fave Movies of the Year lists are all the same (including hers) and delves into her perfectly rational paranoia regarding her Instagram doppelgangers and how…
In this fourteenth baptism of the devil-child named Feminism, your host expresses some serious anti-holiday sentiments that have arisen from years and years of stress, dysfunction, and weirdo relatives. Christian-y Christmas or Capitalist Propaganda Christmas, BOTH DUMB. Your Pretty Misandrist…
Pretty Misandry E13: In the 13th glorification of gynocentrism, your Pretty Misandrist recalls fond memories of watching Catfish marathons in the psych ward and less fond memories of years of traumatic Thanksgivings filled with sociopathic family guests. Oh the joys…