Skiing Turned Me Into A Feminist
By Julie Brown for Powder Magazine
Just last week, I went skiing for ladies' night at Mount Hood Skibowl. After work, my friends—Katie and Jessy—and I piled into a Subaru with our skis and gear and drove the hour between the city and the mountain. Suburbs abruptly gave way to empty fields and forests. The road started to climb. Snowbanks appeared out of the darkness. A full moon flirted with the clouds. A storm was coming, but the snowflakes that had started to fall in the city hadn't caught us just yet. We pulled into the parking lot at 6 p.m., booted up, and bought our tickets, which cost $24 if you had two X Chromosomes. I appreciated the discount, and the recognition.