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My confession – I had never used a drill or any power tool for that matter. I'm embarrassed to admit that when any activity involving or requiring power tools came up, I asked my husband to do it – just assumed he would (not should!) do it.
A few days ago I had the epiphany that, in fact, I could use the drill. I should hand in my feminist card. I mean, I used to be such an outspoken feminist that in my first year of university a couple of guys on my floor in residence nicknamed me "killer" because I would attack them when they made any sexist jokes or said anything remotely sexist. And I was very proud of that nickname. I wish it had stuck.
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But after much deliberation and consultation, I did manage to get it on the wall. Check it out - it looks pretty good no?
Maybe they'll let me keep my membership. Oh – and would someone please start calling me "killer" again?