For those new to this incarnation of Book Club, this post is dedicated to discussing Chapter 4 of Caitlin Moran's How To Be a Woman.
For those of you following along at home, say it. SAY IT!
"I AM A FEMINIST!"
I can't remember the first time I called myself a feminist, but I can remember early times. In the fourth grade I wrote an essay for a state-mandated standardized test in which I claimed that my teacher, Mrs. Morton, introduced me to feminism along with the first biography I ever read, which was about Elizabeth Blackwell. I don't recall any explicitly feminist conversations or lessons with Mrs. Morton, so I'm assuming that I just gleaned the feminism inherent in her Birkenstocks. Regardless, I've been a proud, strident, rabid feminist ever since, and on that subject I will never, ever say "Matte."
So, friends, when did you first realize you were a feminist? Or haven't you yet? If not, why not? If so, what does your feminism mean to you?