Even as a feminist, my whole life I'd been waiting for a man to love who could love me. For decades, I'd thought that man would be my father. When I was 25, I met that man, and he was my brother.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
What I increasingly felt, in marriage and in motherhood, was that to live as a woman and to live as a feminist were two different and possibly irreconcilable things.
I am not ashamed to say that no man I ever met was my father's equal, and I never loved any other man as much.
Even now, after whatever gains feminism has made in involving fathers in the rearing of their children, I still think virtually all of us spend the most formative years of our lives very much in the presence of women.
I grew up with brothers. I love men. Of course it's hard to be a woman in a man's world.
I wouldn't call myself a feminist, because I think there are differences between men and women.
I am the woman I grew to be partly in spite of my mother, and partly because of the extraordinary love of her best friends, and my own best friends' mothers, and from surrogates, many of whom were not women at all but gay men. I have loved them my entire life, even after their passing.
I am an adamant feminist. It never occurred to me to take my husband's name when we married. I am a supporter of abortion rights, of equal pay for equal work, of the rights of women prisoners, of all the time-honored feminist causes, and then some.
I would hope everyone would be a feminist.
My husband is a feminist!
I wouldn't really call myself a feminist. I obviously want equality and equal opportunities to the men.