My sister was born a Feminist.

When my sister was a kid, she used to take responsibility to serve any special dish cooked at our home, mostly chicken curry.

She used to take all the nicest pieces in her plate and take a lot of it.

Then she used to be like: I served everyone equally!

We all used to be like: Obviously equal, um, yes equal it is...

Now she has grown up.

Still, she might take the nicest pieces on her plate, but now she understands sometimes it is fine and fair not to be equal and she doesn't need to convince everyone that it is equal.

When will all feminists grow up???

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