A while back I introduced myself to a young college student as a “feminist.” I got some dirty looks and then had to explain that no, I did not burn bras (only a few women did, and it was before my time!) Instead, I buy pretty bras, in Paris no less! (Well, not all the time!) now that young woman is in the work force and I bet she might think of herself as a feminist too. Because to be one means that we love ourselves, not that we hate men. We want respect, equality, and opportunities…does not seem too much to ask, and yet we are still not where we should be.