You know what I really hate? Making the same amount as men for the same work. Also, choices. Jesus, I fucking hate choices. What I like is lying on a fainting couch and just having my ass grabbed. And weeping and popping pills to combat the vague malaise that comes with having no options to establish my own identity.

Because the definition of feminism is pretty simple. It’s corny to say that “it’s the radical idea that women are human beings”, but the dictionary defines it as “The advocacy of women’s rights on the grounds of political, social, and economic equality to men.” Men AND women can support that idea, and have, pretty successfully, over the past 100 or so years. Perhaps their efforts have moved us into a place where it’s just something we don’t really think about anymore.

Still, on a pretty serious note, if you look at want ads in the 1950’s, you’ll see they were broken down by male and female categories. Women couldn’t get to work in, say, publishing because all the junior editor jobs were in the “male” section. Your option was to be a secretary even if you graduated at the top of your class. Maybe we don’t identify as feminists because we don’t have any perception of how absolutely bizarre the world would be, by our standards, without the feminist movement.