Rediscovering Feminism

I am beginning a blog. It starts like this:

I rediscovered my feminism in a discussion over peanut butter and apple slices today. When did we stop realizing that society is silencing a whole gender by not hearing them? At work it is my job to comfort women in pain. It is what I do; it is what I am good at. It is my calling. Today I realized that when a woman screams in pain that it is a *feminist* issue. Today there was only me, and in that moment I became the saver and the saved.