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The making and un-making of a feminist radical: my story

Nothing was ever said about the good that men had done and continued to do

20 May 2024

3:00 AM

20 May 2024

3:00 AM

I’ve told this personal story in bits, but here it is for the first time in one go.

Born in Vancouver in 1964, I grew up at the height of the feminist movement. In the Second Grade (1971-72), I was taught by a feminist zealot who had her students colour pictures of women wearing hardhats or driving fire trucks to make the point that girls could be and do anything.

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