“I’m going to teach you to be a feminist.”
Those words were part of the newborn peptalk I gave to my precious Lady Fair in the hospital only hours after her birth. They were her first encounter with patriarchy, at the hands (or rather the lips) of her own mother.
If you’re wondering how that possibly constitutes patriarchy, I’ll tell you: because I’ve never said the same thing to her brother. The second those words came out of my lips I realized that fact. I realized that for two years, while we’ve been modeling our values for our son, I’ve never consciously thought about making him a feminist. And then, almost the very moment my daughter was born, I put the onus on her to fight for the rights she should be entitled to as a human being. Because even while I think I’m fighting it, our society is so…
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