Just in case you’re one of the few who don’t know the story, here it is in short form. When I lived in Texas, I HATED the word ‘girl’ because it was often applied to fully grown, independent women in normal conversations and in business conversations. Grown men would take out a ‘girl’ on a date – even when that girl was their own age. Blech! Stupidity.
When I moved to Colorado, however, all that changed. First of all, the men were a little more mature and didn’t so closely resemble cave people. Plus, I read some articles from feminists I liked and respected. At the time, they recommended reclaiming the term ‘girl’ as our own.
Plus, it has that nice ‘grrr’ sound to it – a sound with power and purpose behind it.
Hence fourteenergirl was born and the truck that gets her there gets a license plate to match because I do love my vehicle.
Now you know. It’s a feminist license plate and it’s mine wherever I go. 🙂