Someone on Facebook accused me of me being a feminist.  I told him, “Honey, my Daddy raised me as one because he loved me, my four sisters, my mother, my maternal and paternal grandmothers, and all of his sisters.  He wanted each woman to have the respect due her.  He wanted us to have every advantage a man has.  My Daddy always told us we could be whatever we wished.  He said to reach for the stars and beyond.  He was proud of us.  He was proud of my rebel spirit.”

Please, go ahead and call me a feminist!  I find no shame in it, nothing derogatory, I revel in the name.

         One of my favorite quotes:

“We need to reclaim the word ‘feminism’. We need the word ‘feminism’ back real bad. When statistics come in saying that only 29% of American women would describe themselves as feminist – and only 42% of British women – I used to think, What do you think feminism IS, ladies? What part of ‘liberation for women’ is not for you? Is it freedom to vote? The right not to be owned by the man you marry? The campaign for equal pay? ‘Vogue’ by Madonna? Jeans? Did all that good shit GET ON YOUR NERVES? Or were you just DRUNK AT THE TIME OF THE SURVEY?”
― Caitlin Moran, How To Be A Woman