<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003394288874904171.post5102069491660762759..comments</id><updated>2008-10-09T15:07:57.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on The Accidental Feminist: The Fan Club</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.theaccidentalfeminist.com/feeds/5102069491660762759/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/5102069491660762759/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theaccidentalfeminist.com/2008/10/fan-club.html'/><author><name>The Accidental Feminist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124463840438512369</uri><email>theaccidentalfeminist@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003394288874904171.post-6825570649754552721</id><published>2008-10-09T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:04:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This. post. is. brilliant.And this?"The more I tal...</title><content type='html'>This. post. is. brilliant.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;And this?&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;I&gt;"The more I talked, the more I felt him slipping away."&lt;/I&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Welcome to the story of my life.  Thanks for writing this.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/5102069491660762759/comments/default/6825570649754552721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/5102069491660762759/comments/default/6825570649754552721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theaccidentalfeminist.com/2008/10/fan-club.html?showComment=1223586240000#c6825570649754552721' title=''/><author><name>Your Ill-fitting Overcoat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11477124105292431735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theaccidentalfeminist.com/2008/10/fan-club.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003394288874904171.post-5102069491660762759' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/posts/default/5102069491660762759' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003394288874904171.post-7864005777276633775</id><published>2008-10-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T12:44:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I sort of like the idea/act of being pinned after,...</title><content type='html'>I sort of like the idea/act of being pinned after, but being the one who is pinning is rather exhausting. Like running in circles.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Great post!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/5102069491660762759/comments/default/7864005777276633775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/5102069491660762759/comments/default/7864005777276633775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theaccidentalfeminist.com/2008/10/fan-club.html?showComment=1223581440000#c7864005777276633775' title=''/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13299246730006487886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00507001992908065264'/></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theaccidentalfeminist.com/2008/10/fan-club.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003394288874904171.post-5102069491660762759' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/posts/default/5102069491660762759' type='text/html'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003394288874904171.post-8920594850404967562</id><published>2008-10-09T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T05:20:00.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My husband and I were having a similar conversatio...</title><content type='html'>My husband and I were having a similar conversation last night. When I met him I was completely myself and he fell in love with the "authentic me." Then I fell into my usual routine of trying to become exactly what he wants and do anything and everything to make him happy. By the time we got married I was a mess. I took everything personally. The house was a mess because of me, dinner wasn't ready because of me, etc. Almost three years later we've worked through a lot of my self esteem issues and I finally believe him when he says "its not your fault. I'm not blaming you." So even after I found the man I wanted to marry I had to deal with being ok with what I had to offer.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/5102069491660762759/comments/default/8920594850404967562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/5102069491660762759/comments/default/8920594850404967562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.theaccidentalfeminist.com/2008/10/fan-club.html?showComment=1223554800000#c8920594850404967562' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://www.theaccidentalfeminist.com/2008/10/fan-club.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3003394288874904171.post-5102069491660762759' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3003394288874904171/posts/default/5102069491660762759' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>