Angela Allison

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I’m reading this book called Click, When We Knew We Were Feminists. It has series of well known contributing authors, but is edited by Courtney Martin and J. Courtney Sullivan. It’s got me thinking about my “Click” moment, the day I knew I was a feminist. It’s hard to nail down one day, since my path to feminism has been quite a journey and it’s hard to remember a time when I wasn’t a feminist. I do remember one day that sticks out in my mind as a time that I first became aware of feminism. I was about 9 years old and my parents had friends over, presumably our neighbors. I remember my Dad made some comment to my Mom and as a result, she called him a chauvanstic pig. I had no idea what in the world a chauvanist was, but I sure knew what a pig was. Feeling like I had stumbled upon something great, I sprinted upstairs to write that down with my best Lisa Frank marker and notebook. Later on that evening my parents came into my room, probably to give me my evening spanking for some less then favorable thing my sister had convinced me to do. They saw where I had written it down, chauvanistic pig (probably spelled shoovanistic) and asked me why I had written that word down and did I know what it meant. I of course ...