“Okay,” Taylor says, through a mouth full of cookie. “I know you said you’re worried about this class training you to be a pretty little house wife.” She snatches another cookie out of the box. “But what if you keep taking home ec, and learn to make more amazing snacks. BUT, you only use this skill to ply me with cookies all the time. And, because I’m a woman, that makes it feminist!”
“That’s not how feminism works,” I say, eating another cookie myself. “But I think we can find a feminist rational for these cookies because they are amazing!”
We’re sitting in her car on Friday after school and devouring the cookies I made in class. As promised, Taylor is driving me to her house to get ready before the start of the year party. at Alex’s. She assured me that Alex would want me there, even a
