This is how I feel about 2nd and 3rd wave feminism. Your thoughts?

2nd and 3rd wave feminism are like a boyfriend that after years of loving and appreciating everything he's done, he changes and you want out. You appreciate all the times he's held your hand before a medical procedures, all the times he's said you were beautiful and all the support he has given you. You would never change that for the world and look at it fondly. But for some reason he has changed to the point where you just can't stand him. He's mutated into something else, so much so that you no longer want to be ociated with him. Thoughts?