Empowering women isn't for women, but for the world.

I'm motivated by injustice, which is embedded and constant and wrong - not by a vernacular soundboard.

The truth is that our democracy is a work in progress. We are all its founders. We are all learning that we are linked and not ranked.

As much as younger women are infused with a greater sense of possibility than most women of preceding generations, as a generation we are generally politically disengaged.

[T]he presence of feminism in our lives is taken for granted. For our generation, feminism is like fluoride. We scarcely notice we have it - it's simply in the water.

Our world loses out when the leadership doesn't reflect the led - when a minority makes decisions for the majority.

I've been called a baby killer and I've been told I should die and that I'm ruining women's lives. Those accusations hurt for sure - and I pause when such labels are applied to me - but because they come from people I don't necessarily respect, I have an easier time moving beyond them.

The goal of equality seems to disproportionately burden women, since it's assumed that they have to assume more responsibility, while men can remain the status quo.

World change comes from within.

We are linked and not ranked. Ever butty is equal, everyone is the same.

Women have to do all of the catching up. So we are disengaged and overburdened. Sounds like it is time we ditch the complacent fluoride-in-the-tap-water feminism and get reenergized and reinspired.

Thoughtful, energetic, smart, determined. I tried to own and further those qualities and often mustered them up when they were dormant and something wasn't going my way.

I think we all have something in our life's experience that makes us feel different. It's whether we have a gay parent or we have an alcoholic mother or maybe we don't know our father. And it's something that we feel bad about initially because we think we're abnormal. What's abnormal is our assumption that there's something called 'normal.'

In college, a group of guys labelled me a righteous little beaver. Again, I was slightly pissed because it seemed offensive and misdirected, but when I learned that beavers swim upstream, I realized that maybe it was fitting after all.