ABSTRACT
I can clearly remember the period of my development when I thought that the term “feminist” was a bad word. If someone mentioned feminism, my mind would automatically fill with classic stereotypes of bra-burning women who hated men. Declaring myself a feminist among my group of peers would have been akin to declaring myself a terrorist. But that was when I was an adolescent, still in high school, and experiencing a world that did not extend further than the physical boundaries of my working class rural community.
