I grew up during the Civil Rights movement, the Women's Rights movement, and survived a number of bowel movements when I was pregnant (and let me tell you that was no laughing matter). I had little patience with the Women's Rights movement, mostly because it didn't address what really mattered.
Number One: Hair. Women are supposed to be completely hair free (except on our heads, of course. There, we are to have long, gleaming tresses worthy of Lady Godiva.) Men, on the other hand, were given a free pass to have body hair any old place. Have you ever seen a man with a hairy back? The poor guy looks like he's wearing a vest. Why, I want to demand of the Universe, must a woman subject herself to all sorts of indignities of hair removal but a man can strut around looking like he just stepped out of a cave?
Number Two: Bathrooms. Have you noticed that in any public venue, women are lined up from here to eternity and back to use the facilities while the line to the men's room is non-existent. I mean, really, what's the deal with that? Architects and nature pander to men in this area, while women are hopping around on one foot trying to "hold it." If Women's Rights are truly to be achieved, then we need potty parity.
We'll no doubt revisit the subject of rights at a later date.
Gem for the day: if you want to have equal rights with a man, grow your body hair and learn to pee standing up. Since I'm unwilling to do eitiher, I guess I'm destined to be a second-class citizen.