This is an excerpt from Vox, and interview with Bor Brezsny by Antero Alli. I'm sure it's copyrighted, but I don't know if it's by Rob or Antero.

BREZSNY: Yes. The archetypes are mutating. The old gods are dying right in front of our third eyes. And one of the most thrilling and chilling of the new archetypes is the prankster goddess, whom I call the feminismo trickster. She's been virtually absent since Lilith was banished at the dawn of phallocratic history.

(Short history lesson: According to Hebrew myth, Lilith, not Eve, was Adam's first wife. Adam told Lilith to get lost after she insisted that she wanted to tell jokes while making love, and try the woman-on-top position for a change. Adam only liked to do it doggie-style. Seriously.)

Anyway, when most people think of a prank, they visualize bad but funny trouble committed by angry, vulgar guys. You might remember the time some teenager you knew went to the house of an adult he hated. The kid put a paper bag full of dog poop on the porch, lit it with a match, rang the doorbell, and ran away. When his victim came to the door and saw the flames, he stamped on it. His shoe got covered in shit.

This kind of macho mayhem has unfortunately come to be regarded as the very definition of tricky mischief. But in fact it's a distorted caricature of the art. It's driven by revenge and the desire to humiliate. It reinforces the ancient phallocratic nonsense of "Us Vs. Them." The typical macho prankster is proud of feeling nothing for what he mocks. He performs the dehumanization of his target as he affirms the superiority of his alienation.

The feminismo trickster, in contrast, uses the prank as a loving tool for obliterating hierarchy, as a sacred leveler of elitist pretensions. She is not driven by revenge or oneupmanship. She empathizes as she disrupts, seeking not to discredit and embarrass the target of her mischief, but to shock it into becoming more itself. It's a celebration of the aesthetics of the erotic soul over against the sneaky agendas of the separative ego. The feminismo prankster loves what she profanes. Weaving her fate together with her targets, she honors her relationship with it even as she tweaks it out of its literalism.

A feminismo prank, though it may be surprising, is ultimately friendly. It romances the contradictions with crafty compassion. It's an eroticomic strategy to extinguish the glamour of the ancient Us Versus Them.

One caveat: Though the feminismo trickster borrows from the ethic of "commit random acts of kindness," she is also aware of Chogyam Trungpa's distinction between actual compassion and idiot compassion. The idiot kind is the short-term fix we offer a suffering person in order to console him, even though it might encourage him to keep doing what brought on his pain. Authentic compassion, on the other hand, might at first seem severe -- as when we refuse to buy into someone's habitual tendency to portray himself as a victim. If done lovingly, though, this more strenuous kindness serves as a wake-up call.