My female friends and I get this all the time; as though there is something wrong with being passionate about the injustice we see and want to say or do something about it. I spoke up at a card-party a couple of years ago, voicing my displeasure about a story I read about a teen girl being sent home from school for wearing a t-shirt that revealed her collarbone. A t-shirt. There was nothing wrong with this shirt. Apparently, the dress code did not allow garments that revealed this body part because it was deemed as distracting to the young men. A collarbone. All of the ladies at the party were up in arms about it whereas the men at the party looked very uncomfortable. They didn’t get why this was so upsetting to us. We passionately debated the issue. On the way home my partner actually lectured me about how I needed to tone it down a little — not be so incensed about the injustices women deal with. The whole dress code thing was not a big deal. Um, what? Needless to say, after a lengthy discussion about the actual issue, which is the double-standards women deal with on a regular basis, he didn’t “lecture” me again about expressing my opinion. Because I am free to express any damn opinion I care to, especially when it IS unjust, unfair, and infringes upon a group that is regularly infringed upon for just existing.