Rebel Girl: My Life as a Feminist Punk

by Kathleen Hanna

I learned that day that adults were giving girls and boys entirely different instructions.

am going to acknowledge now that just because I was terrorized and assaulted by more than one teenage boy in my life did not give me the right to freak the fuck out of this kid. The fact that I was forcing him into this performance without his consent was clearly the sadistic part of what I was doing, as was the potential that he would tell all his friends about it and no one would believe him. And yet, feminist performance art has never and should never attempt to be free from critique and imperfection.