Why I am a feminist

Last weekend, I took part in my first ever feminist direct action when I attended the counter-protest to the SPUC anti-abortion vigil in Bath. If you’d asked me whether I was a feminist ten years ago, you’d probably have got very strange and hesitant answer out of me: I wasn’t anti-feminist, but I wasn’t sure that I was one, either. In my early 20s, my main contact with feminism as a political movement came through university, where I was studying English literature. Continue reading