I didn’t used to be a feminist. Or at least, identify as a feminist. I used to say, “Feminism? Not my cup of tea, thanks.” I had an argument once about how celebrities arguing over trivial things and labelling it as feminism diluted their argument and that was why I wasn’t a feminist; like equality could be compared to squash mixed with too much water at a barbecue in summer. I wasn’t militant. I wasn’t born in the days when women couldn’t have jobs, and right then, there were more pressing issues, thank you very much.
Only – and it’s been difficult to say this in the past, although the more you say it the slightly easier it becomes- I was entirely wrong.
Yes, I am a feminist.