In any case, I didn't readily claim the feminist label, even though it was all around me, because I associated it with my mom's women's groups, her swishy skirts and her shoulder pads — none of which had much cachet in the hallways of Palmer High School where I was trying to be cool at the time.
En todo caso, yo no me llamaba a mi misma feminista, aún cuando estaba en todo lo que me rodeaba, porque lo asociaba a los grupos feministas de mi mamá, sus faldas de olanes y hombreras, nada relacionado con la moda de los pasillos de la Escuela Secundaria Palmer donde yo quería ser popular.