Confused Individual: Come on. Feminist? You?
Me: Yep. Feminist. Me
CI: But you’re not (whispers) a lesbian?
Me: (whispers) Nope.
CI: But you don’t hate men?
CI: But you shave your legs.
CI: But you clean your home. Confess! I’ve seen you with a Swiffer.
Me: Yep. I have a thing against dust.
CI: But you respect your friends who have chosen to be stay at home moms.
Me: Yep. They’re awesome, loving, and wonderful women who work hard.
CI: But you don’t keep a copy of The Feminine Mystique by your bed to read and highlight every night.
Me: Nope. Actually, I’m partial to detective stories. There are other books on feminism, by the way. Mary Wollstonecraft, John Stuart Mill, Carol Gilligan…
Me: Never mind.
CI: But I know you sometimes watch FOX.
Me: Yep. I have a sense of humor.
CI: But you’re not angry all the time.
CI: But you wear make-up!
CI: But you wear uncomfortable shoes!
CI: But you teach Aristotle, and he thought women were underdeveloped men.
Me: Yep. Even Aristotle made mistakes.
CI: But then how can you be a feminist? You obviously don’t share any of the characteristics of Feminists.
Me: Feminism is the advocacy of equality, of treating people as human beings first and foremost, and that one’s potential for flourishing ought not to be stifled by prejudice based on the body into which one was born.
CI: But, when you put it that way…um…well, that makes sense.