At the Feminist General Assembly
He said, “But you don’t think I can ever really understand, do you? That I can understand what it’s like to be a woman?”
I was staring at him and trying not to laugh, trying not to cry.
Did a feminist ever want to turn a handsome man into a woman? Is the request to be a decent version of a man so confounding?
Finally I said, “Then you are asking if a person must be oppressed to understand oppression.”
I didn’t know the answer; he didn’t understand the question.