Picture a half-empty train carriage, two boys well on the way to being clueless liberal white dudes and me at fourteen, as an empowerful as a feminist can be without actually being converted into electrical energy.

D1: -misogyny-

HHL: Objection!

D2: Why do you feminists have to be so aggressive all the time?

D1: Yeah, people would like you better if you weren’t so, uh, loud.

HHL: So how many feminists do you actually know apart from me?

Dude 1 and 2 look at each other sheepishly

D2: None.

HHL: -raises eyebrows-

I knew then that no one was going to hand equality to me on a silver platter.