I’ve been a feminist for as long as I’ve known what being a feminist means (believing in gender equality). But the older I get, the more it becomes a core component of who I am. It’s affected how I view the world. And in turn, how I view relationships. Any man who doesn’t describe himself as a feminist, I’m really not interested in dating.
The nervous, excited, third-date energy was going to manifest itself into something productive, dammit. And before I had properly considered the future implications of what I was about to do, I put on an apron and started cleaning the plates and cutlery that were overflowing the sink. As I soaped up the mess, we looked at each other, grinning, and I made a joke about already being barefoot in the kitchen.
I never day dreamed about one day marrying the man I had been with since I was 15, moving to the country, and popping out six kids. Those thoughts literally never entered my head. The main thoughts in my head at the time were “Wait what?! That’s how much I owe the government for 4 years of private school education?” and “Where am I going to move so I don’t have to live in my hometown?”
