Feminist?

I was out with some friends Friday night, guzzling (okaylah, not really guzzling) on cherry beer and eating some munchies. We happen to be talking about relationships (do you EVER reach an age where you stop talking about relationships) and how some guys keep a homing device on their girlfriends. "Where did you go? Who were you with? What did you do?"

"You're a feminist, Melissa, you treasure your freedom."

HUH? I don't burn my bras you know. It reminds me of an Alanis Morrisette song, " I believe that one and one makes two". And NO, I am not a feminist.

EDIT: Two years later, I am A FEMINIST. And a proud one.