ABSTRACT
I first started writing this chapter when I was at a theoretical seminar in London. The two papers – on feminism and law – were both given by women. I sat there in a chair which was too big for me, the table too high for me to write on with comfort. My feet did not reach the ground. We were surrounded by gold-framed portraits of dead white men. I saw myself there as the Ultimate Feminine Article. In the ‘Are there any questions?’, I heard men speak first, and almost exclusively thereafter, about their ideas about the papers, and to me the discussion tended to centre on what the men had said, rather than on what the women had said. I recognise that my whiteness and my Englishness empower my voice – not all my lives are marginal – but I ran away at the break for tea.
