If you had told me even five years ago that I’d start a blog primarily focused on gender, I’d think you were insane. When we first started dating in college, my wife asked me if I was a feminist. I said I was not, which surprised her and thankfully wasn’t the end of our relationship right then and there. I believed in the importance of equality and women’s rights, but I didn’t call myself a feminist because I wasn’t doing anything to support the cause. I wasn’t out lobbying, or volunteering with the campus women’s center, or engaging in feminist discussions. It didn’t feel right to call myself a feminist if I wasn’t doing anything to earn the label. When I explained my reasoning, she understood what I meant even though she didn’t agree with my conclusion.
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