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I used to be the girl that (literally) made all of my guy friends sandwiches and made jokes about how I belonged in the kitchen. Feminism and women's issues were one of the last things I ever thought I would care about. I thought feminists were annoying and made a big deal out of issues that didn't matter. I still had the right to an abortion, so I never thought about needing to protect it. If I made a women's rights joke to my friends, I would get a laugh. I was living in this bubble where I needed to fit in with the guys and maintain the prejudices that are so far ingrained in society that I didn't even know they existed - when they affected me every day.
In my sophomore year of college, two of my friends decided to take a night class to cover a Literary elective and wanted me to take it with them. (Night classes are essentially the worst thing in the world if you don't have someone to commiserate with.) Much to my dismay, they wanted to take "Women, Gender, and Sexuality Studies" ...sounds fun, right? For some reason, after a lot of complaining, I agreed to join them. I figured it would be a good place to have a laugh at the professor and some of the crazy shit women wrote essays that made something out of nothing.
