For the little girl who wanted to play with trucks but the teacher said no, those are for boys. For the girls denied making a gun rack, shelf, or fire-place poker in industrial arts, instead forced to make a poached egg and apron in home economics. For all the girls called tomboys, and wondering why. For all the kids who have heard: you play like a girl, cry like a girl, act like
A woman’s place: growing up feminist
The year Elvis died, without asking I got a baby blue t-shirt with a stupid feminist slogan, from a cheesy tourist shop on a rundown boardwalk in Maine that sold thousands of useless things to families that couldn’t afford them. Make no mistake about it: I didn’t want it. My parents wanted me to have it, their oldest daughter, and a funny t-shirt that nobody thought was funny except for them. I would