My Stint as a Girl Scout: Feminism & It’s Destruction of A Good Thing
At that young age, I sensed it. I couldn’t put it into terms, but I could see it and feel it. It came to a point where when we visited the council headquarters, I would beg my mom to let me stay out in the car. The last thing I wanted was to go inside and be made to feel like a pariah for no fault of my own. I told my mom that. She let me stay outside.