Me: “Aren’t we a feminist?”
Benjamin: “What? A man can’t be a feminist? Is that
some kind of exclusive club open only to women; no men allowed?”
Me: “No, not at all. It’s just that you are the first
man I’ve met who is one.”
Benjamin: “I’m starting a trend. How would you define
feminism anyway?”
Me: “Good question! I’ll tell you what my favourite
definition of feminism is; I read this in an article once and it’s about the
first time the author heard the word feminism. She said she was at her grandma’s and
they were all sitting at the dinning table having their meal, which her grandma
prepared of course (plus don’t forget in those days women cooked from scratch)
when ‘the’ word popped up, everyone went really quite and her grandpa looked
really angry. No one said another word. After dinner her grandpa went to the
living room for a nap, while her grandma started to wash the dishes a little
louder then usual. That’s when she asked her grandma ‘what is feminism’, and
her grandma replied ‘darling, do you remember the story I told you about how
your grandpa came into my life riding a horse’, the author nodded (apparently
the grandma really did meet the grandpa when he rode into their town from a
battle in second world war), so her grandma continued ‘well, darling, for me,
feminism is making sure he doesn’t leave my life riding me’.”
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