My beloved is far from fond of women. Being one of them, she knows their flaws, of which there appear to be quite a few. And who am I to question her knowledge?

Addendum (September 28, 2017)

Over the years, I have learned a great deal about women from my beloved. By and by, my feminism has evaporated without a trace. What is more, I am ever less ashamed of my, as it were, betrayal. After all, my beloved is a woman, and a woman to reckon with. The more I am impressed with her, though, the less I am impressed with her gender. A contradiction? Not at all. Actually, a revelation. The two genders should work together rather than at cross purposes. Feminism, schmeminism. Besides, what use is a concept without a credible antonym?