Call me unenlightened, but I don’t see how exotic-dance lessons make you a feminist. If you
define measure your femininity by your ability to please men (whether in the kitchen, the bedroom, or the strip joint), you may have missed the point of the last 90 years of women’s rights advances.
Far be it from me to tell you how better to define yourself. I have all the wrong chromosomes for that. But I’m pretty sure it shouldn’t involve seeking approval from men.
(EDIT: clumsy word choice)