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.