Feminism without identitarianism
The other day I was waiting for my driving instructor to meet me at our meeting place. I’m 34 and finally learning how to drive. When he arrived and got out of the car, I was struck by the recognition that I really like my driving instructor and value our relationship. He’s a good teacher. He’s kind. He’s patient. He’s encouraging. And I actually enjoy learning with him. He’s taken me through major scary challenges like my first time on the highway, and he’s helped me build up my skill level slowly over the course of months. When I saw him get out of the car I realized, simply, that I like him and I enjoy the time I spend with him.