I am a feminist.

I could care less if my mother reads this post. She pretty much already knows all this about me anyway. But that seems to be the big difference between the original author and myself.
I’m seriously wondering if somehow this author is a long lost younger sister I never knew about. Our thinking is as similar as similar can be. But now I have questions about my mom’s past. She has certainly never been a feminist of any type. (Though she has never been anti-feminist either.)
Okay. With that said, enjoy this mediation of my Kansas thinking…