Feminism’s rise didn’t only happen in courts and parliaments. It happened in kitchens, bedrooms, offices— in the quiet moments where women began to say: this is not just “my problem,” this is a structure. That insight—“the personal is political”—was revolutionary. Suddenly, loneliness was named oppression. Silence became evidence. The things women endured privately were revealed as patterns, not failures. Reading those early texts still shakes me. Not because the injustices were surprising, but because the recognition feels so close, like they’re whispering across time: we began here, so you don’t have to begin again. #Entertainment #Books #Feminism #GenderStudies #WomenRights