“I clenched my fists. “Aren’t you supposed to be a feminist?” “There is no ‘supposed to be,’ mister. I am a feminist.” “Then why are certain tasks automatically mine? Talking to strangers, investigating scary sounds in the middle of the night, erm… emptying bins.” She flicked her wrist. “I don’t think you understand feminism. Fletcher, Adam. Don’t Go There: From Chernobyl to North Korea—one man’s quest to lose himself and find everyone else in the world’s strangest places (p. 47). Kindle Edition. ”

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