Last week I spoke at a tea party. Maybe you heard about it. Or saw me on zee teevee. It was very cool. The reporter that interviewed me, Vikki Vargas, was very nice, and even pat my back a little when I had to sit down as waves of nervous nausea overtook me. Or maybe it was the lack of sleep and food that caused the tummy rumbles. Maybe all of the above.

But I digress.

Vikki and I talked off camera for a while, her asking questions, me answering, and her jotting down notes in a cute little pad. I need a cute little pad to carry around so that I can jot down notes when I ask people questions and they actually respond. Maybe I’ll fool them into thinking I know what I’m doing. Because Ms. Vargas was pro-fesh-in-all to a T. She was awesome.

Again, I digress.

One of the reasons that she wanted to interview me was because I’m a young, blonde, California female that happens to be a conservative. Apparently I’m an anomaly. To me, it just makes sense. I’m a rebel with a cause, what can I say? Through one line of questioning, I mean conversation, we got to talking about feminism. I mentioned Leslie Sanchez, an awesomely amazing woman that wrote a book about feminism in politics, and whom I was able to interview once upon a time for The Smart Girl Report.

We were interrupted briefly by the camera girl for some instructions on angles or vantage points or something else technically related, and then by someone that wanted to say hi, and then by my need to put a brownie into my nervous mouth and my subsequent need to wash down the brownie with half a bottle of water because said nervous mouth was drier than rice cakes… well, you get the picture.

Vikki and I finally got back to our chat.

“So how would you describe yourself?” She asked me.

Hmmm… that’s a difficult question. Sure, I’m a crusader for truth, but I didn’t want to give a cheesy answer. A mom? I am a mom, and I’d walk through fire for my kids (heck, I do it metaphorically everyday just by virtue of being an outspoken conservative female fighting for their future), but that doesn’t define me. Am I domestic? Sure. I cook & clean. But’s what I do, not what I am. Wowza, I was taking waaaay too long to answer the question.

So I finally spit something out.

“I guess…I would describe myself as happy.”

Yup, that pretty much fit the bill. I’m sassy and smart-mouthed for sure, but generally speaking, I’m a make lemonade out of lemons kinda girl. Ok, I’m a make margaritas out of limes kinda girl, but let’s not split hairs.

“Uh, I meant would you describe yourself as a feminist…”

D’oh!