The Moment I Became a Feminist
| by Ginger Monarch |
I was 16. I was helping my mother serve dinner. We were having steak, and she had cut into 5 pieces, one for each of us. She said, ”This one’s for your father.” I said, “Why?” She said, “Because it’s the best piece.” I told myself that was not a paradigm I’d adopt, because sometimes I wanted to get the best piece.