I ask because I was thinking of how I went from a “one of the guys” type of girl to a full blown “bring down the patriarchy” type of woman. It wasn’t one thing, it was many. Only through reflection and carefully putting the pieces together did I realize feminism was everything I had been feeling about my anger and frustration at inequality, and my need to make the world better for the people around me, but especially my neices.
So when did you realize you were a feminist?
My dad was my source of “being a bitch” (as some had it: I would say “sticking to my autonomous guns”). Some fathers, it seems, actually love their daughters enough to question the system they grew up in. Those are the precious ones.