[originaltext]M: I still don’t understand what it is that you are talking about

M: I still don’t understand what it is that you are talking about. What is feminism anyway? Does it mean you don’t want to marry me anymore?
W: I’m not sure I can give you perfect dictionary definition, but I’ll tell you how I feel. I want for us to sham all responsibilities equally. Both of us will con tribute to the life we share.
M: But I earn enough money for the both of us. What about the home?
W: I want to contribute financially so that we can both pay our own way; both of us will clean the house; both of us will raise the children, and so on. It may not exactly be equal, but we can try.
M: I was raised to treat women with a certain respect; to stand when they enter a room, to open car doors for them, to let them sit first and eat first.
W: I think those things are old fashioned. I’m perfectly able to open doors for myself, and do all sorts of other things. And besides, it makes me feel un comfortable when you treat me as though I were a china doll. I’m not more special than you; I’m your equal.
M: It sounds as though you think men and women—or in our case, boys and girls—can be friends just like two boys or two girls can.
W: I certainly do. And I think we’ll all be better for it.