I'm not extreme, but I do have a feminist streak in me. I am an independent woman. I pick up my own silverware that falls on the floor, I work hard at everything I do, I don't let my friends do things for me, I open my own doors.
Best Friend (and most other guys I've been in contact with) have always given up on trying after a while. I can usually pull out the independent speech and totally have my own way.
I was challenged last night.
Walking out of the student center with a good friend, we both opened our own doors at approximately the same time. Usually this would be ignored, or the guy would say something lame like, "I'm supposed to get the door." and I would give my comeback.
But this particular friend kept on walking at my side. "You know, Kite," he said offhandedly, "My dad says that when I'm with a girl and I don't get the door for her it makes her feel like a whore. And I don't want you to feel like whore so if we're going to be friends, I get the doors."
I had no response. I didn't feel that the independent speech would really fly.
Life is defined by losing to a good competitor.