When I was 6 years old - in first grade - I was eating lunch in the cafeteria with my friends and my father (he worked near my school and met me for lunch a few times a week). I was wearing a spaghetti strap red plaid tank top (I still remember it all vividly). The shirt was sleeveless but it wasn’t a midriff or anything. It was just a fucking sleeveless shirt, in fact, I’m sure my mother picked it out for me because I was SIX YEARS OLD. My friends noticed that one of the lunch monitors/school assistants kept walking by glaring at me. I was shy and anxious so I ignored it. My dad eventually left to go back to work. And as soon as he left, the woman came over, leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You need to put your sweater on because you’re dressed like a slut."
I remember getting so nervous and upset because this lady was like 50 years old and I didn’t know what “slut” meant but I knew it had negative connotations.
I WAS SIX YEARS OLD.
Ladies and gentlemen, this is probably at least partially why I need feminism.