After marrying my partner** of seven years, many of my female friends were slightly taken back to find out that, yes, I will be taking my husband’s last name. GASP.
The fact is that I never truly envisioned myself getting married… until I met my B. And from that point on, many of the notions I had about marriage changed. ***
B — my partner for life, and now husband — truly was a game changer. Meeting in the midst of an almost-quarter life crisis, B was the most supportive person and has been the ultimate human to explore and learn about the world with. We’ve grown up so much since 2011, and I’m exceptionally grateful that we were able to do it as a team — together. And not to sound too cheesy, but I love that I get to spend the rest of my life with him.
“Human rights are women’s rights, and women’s rights are human rights.” – HRC
Being raised by a strong woman and a part of a New York liberal Jewish (reform) family, it’s no surprise that feminism was never something I had to find within myself, because we all just were. Yep. It was that simple.
Childhood heroes included women I wanted to be and learn more about, like Sally Ride, Rosa Parks, the Spice Girls, Elizabeth Blackwell, Lisa Bonet, the Golden Girls, and all witches burned at the stake.
When I thought I wanted to be in advertising, I went to the Fashion Institute of Technology, I joked it was my version of a sorority mixed with Smith College. It didn’t take long for me to realize that public service was actually my calling though. As a former city employee in the melting pot of NYC, I defined public service as constituent services and transparent governing & elections.
As weird as it sounds, it never dawned on me that I could be identifying myself as a feminist and have been weaving it into my existence all along in more than a “girl power” way.