It is not wrong to be different. Sometimes it is hard, but it is not wrong.
In a novel, I could submerge my ego in a characters and let his perceptions take over.
Everything in my life that I value has been gained at the cost of not saying what I really think and saying what they want me to say.
I like it that order exists somewhere even if it shatters near me.
Now my mother, interestingly enough, was not a feminist in her own mind.
People are people, messy and mutable, combining differently with one another from day to day - even hour to hour.