I was having a conversation w Becca a couple weeks back. She was invited to spend the night at a new activist friend’s house to plan the upcoming Japanese Internment Day of Remembrance action. Kyle was uncomfortable w her spending the night at a man’s house alone, and she was frustrated by the need to ask permission when she was a grown woman in her thirties.

She ended up going despite his protestations, and I could only think to congratulate her about not pushing the conversation any further.

The less work she has to do explaining herself in getting what she wants / living her most authentic life the better.

To me, that’s the definition of power.