International Women’s Day: What Does That Even Mean?

Last summer, I found myself sitting at a big table in the garden of a local bar — it’s somewhat iconic, and well known for being the place of gathering for artists. I was in the company of painters, photographers, and filmmakers. I was the new person, a +1 for a friend. At some point, I was asked what my PhD was about, and was met by an “Ugh” from one of the women when I answered. She was a pretty, blonde woman in her late 30s, a professional psychologist, artist, self-proclaimed bohemian very vocal about her independence and promiscuity. “I don’t like feminism, I…