ABSTRACT
It can be argued that feminism has never had a fixed abode. That even during that era, which both of us remember, in which feminism seemed to be housed everywhere (and even had its own houses), it was never an ‘it’. However reified it seemed to become in some narratives, feminism has always been a journey with divergent as well as coalescent paths, a process of contestation and a politics of motion: in a word, a ‘movement’.
