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 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 someday somebody will understand: WE WUZ PUSHED.