I have considered myself a feminist for more than half my life, since I was thirteen. It’s only my definition of feminism – and my related perceptions of capitalism, men, and violence – that has continued to change.
I hop in my car and head from the college to Rape Relief, as I have heaps of work to do. I’m stuck in traffic, as per usual, so I have a good chance to think about the film I saw the night before. I borrowed the National Film Board film Not a Love Story from the college library, as it critically examines the pornography industry. My mum and I watched it together and to say the least, we were both disturbed.
We have become skillful at making sure the mothers and children and the poorest of the volunteers and workers have access to gift giving for their beloved.
