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What is Feminism?

Remember when the worst thing to call a liberal was a “card-carrying” member of the American Civil Liberties Union? There’s no feminist card, but if there were, it would be in my elaborate, many-zippered red purse.

People will tell you there’s a credibility gap between that purse and feminism, into which contradiction can slip like bacteria. I can’t see bacteria, but I know what makes me sick. New Yahoo CEO Marissa Mayer says she doesn’t consider herself a feminist.

She doesn’t have to:

I did that for her.

Without me—or my generation—there wouldn’t be a CEO named Marissa who insists she’s not  a feminist.

Moreover, I see no contradiction between being a mother (Marissa Mayer of one, me of nine) and being a feminist. I see none because there is none. There’s no contradiction between being a staunch feminist and any of the traditional girly things—like that snazzy red purse or falling hopelessly in love.

Because I am a feminist, it’s my right to want them all.

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