I answered an acquaintance yesterday.
Are YOU a feminist,she continued.
What on earth has brought this on, soon you will be asking me how old I am and how much I weigh,I replied laughing.
She pointed to a small tin of paint I just bought in my local Leyland.
So you think I am a feminist because I carry a tin of paint, I exclaimed in disbelief.
And you also do decorating, she ventured smiling.My daughter said she saw you outside on a ladder some months ago. Yes, my ladder and I are good friends.
Our little talk has got me thinking.Ms Greer is a feminist.She does not have a high opinion of the Duchess.
Ms Greer and I have one thing in common and i is not my being a feminist. What on earth does it mean,anyway?
I have always been my own woman. I know my worth,am comfortable in my own skin.
I bow to no man.
I neither smoke nor drink, except when I remember how good red wine is supposed to be for one's heart and the odd cocktail on holiday.
I am not much of a cook, but am a wonderful hostess and a homemaker.
I readily tolerate people's little foibles yet do not suffer fools gladly.
I believe every-one and trust no-one. Not until they have proved to me they deserve my trust.Then they have it unreservedly.
I dislike scroungers and layabouts be it royal or common but help readily when help is needed.
Does any of this make me a feminist?
The thought of political correctness sends shivers down my spine.
That certainly dos not make me a feminist!
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