Fishnets sort of made me a feminist

Shameless self-promotion warning.
As many of you know, Courtney Sullivan and I co-edited an anthology called Click: Moments When We Became Feminists, newly out on Seal Press. Woot! Thanks to all who came out for the party last week to celebrate our amazing bevy of diverse and highly funny contributors.
I published my essay over at TAP this week, and wanted to share a little excerpt:

I would like to tell you that what made me a feminist was the moment when my father slipped a signed copy of Outrageous Acts and Everyday Rebellions by Gloria Steinem onto my bookshelf when I was just a little girl. I would like to tell you that I became a feminist while watching documentary films in my living room night after night; my mom co-founded a women’s film festival — now the longest-running in the world — in the 1980s. I would like to describe the incredible women’s studies course I took at Barnard College and say that it was there that I experienced my resounding click.
All of these things would be a little bit true. Certainly having feminist parents and a feminist education contributed to my identity. But my real click moment came about because of fishnet stockings.
Let me explain.

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