Sometimes the jokes write themselves. And sometimes the thing itself is a joke, and no further commentary is necessary.

Practical Female Separatism for the Everywomon, in Easy Steps

Now, after saying that no commentary was necessary, I still wish to comment, because there are several obvious conclusions to draw from this… assuming that this nuttery gains *any* sort of traction and doesn’t remain the province of a wacky, irrelevant few:

1. It would seem to be necessarily self-limited. It self-edits out of the gene pool; I don’t know how much of the nuttery involved here is genetic, but assuredly it has *some* basis, even if only tenuously. Do this long enough, and they will make themselves extinct along with the Angry Incels. Additionally, by separating out the wackos, those who remain in society will necessarily be those who *want* to remain in society, and they will reproduce more. Thus by both eugenics and culture, the non-nuts will outbreed the nuts.
2. Where does this sort of thing come from? As recently mentioned in the comments hereabouts, there have long been stories about Devious Foreigners and Scary Space Aliens who wish to colonize America and/or Earth, but don’t want to got to the bother of wiping out the natives. So instead, the convince the natives – through propaganda, Social Justice screeching, chemicals in the air, water or food, or genetically modified retroviruses and the like – to stop breeding. Wait a few generations, and whoever is left will be few in numbers and old and infirm, easily toppled, while their infrastructure will remain in place. Are the Wimmin Separatists a truly modern creation? Are they the result of a long-dead Soviet effort? Some holdover from the Nazi era? Perhaps a devious scheme from the Han Dynasty?
3. Don’t Date Robots!
4. Who else gets the feeling that if you got a look at these “womon,” you wouldn’t *want* them to breed, particularly not with you?

Pointing and laughing at wackos like these does not erase the grief of losing Raedthinn. But at least it covers it up for a bit. He was a better human that any of these nutjobs, and was assuredly a better companion and conversationalist than any of them.