“We can’t be feminine and feminist and be successful? I want to be a f—king feminist and I want to wear a f–king Peter Pan collar. So f—king what?” That’s Zooey Deschanel in Glamour’s February issue, and God bless her. So nice to see a young lady happily embrace the word. At this point, maybe the word feminist has gotten so radioactive in our culture that there’s no reclaiming it. And truly, if a person is down with fighting the good fight, they can call themselves whatever they want. But are women who don’t identify as feminists getting involved in women’s issues like reproductive rights and violence against women? I’d love to think so, but I wonder. And honestly, I don’t get it: there’s so little risk involved in calling yourself a feminist now, something that was anything but the case back when the big battles were being fought. And it worries me to think about this younger generation (God, I hate how I sound but there it is) because they don’t get that the women who really made it happen didn’t take a machete through the woods just so we could all walk down the path they cleared for us and smell the pretty flowers. They did it so, when things like the freaking Violence Against Women Act gets killed by our lawmakers, as it did this week, there would still somebody around to make some noise.