" Leaning her silly, beautiful, drunken head on my shoulder, she said, " Oh, Esther, I don't want to be a feminist. I don't enjoy it. It's no fun." " I know," I said. " I don't either." People think you decide to be a " radical," for God's sake, like deciding to be a librarian or a ship's chandler. You " make up your mind," you " commit yourself" (sounds like a mental hospital, doesn't it?).I said Don't worry, we could be buried together and have engraved on our tombstone the awful truth, which some day somebody will understand:WE WUZ PUSHED. "