When I was little, probably around 6 or 7, I would see the school crossing signs on my way home from elementary school.
I was always bothered by these signs because the boy's extended arm meets up with the upper arm of the girl. To me (both then and now), this looked like the boy was helping her cross the street. This pissed off little 7 year old me to no end. I always thought, "Why is the boy helping her cross the street? We don't need help to cross the street."
And thus a feminist was born.
Love you.
Mean it.
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