A feminist changes a tire

Granted, now, I really do know how to change a tire and, if I was ever stuck on the side of a highway with a flat—or even in a parkade—I suppose I could do it myself. But maybe I had it right all along: just because I’d rather let my dad—or partner—help me out doesn’t make me a bad feminist, and just becuase I can change a tire doesn’t mean I need to risk dirtying my bedazzled jacket.