my mom can read this one...she already knows this story...

so one morning i was riding the train with my friend emmy, and we were talking about our respective devorces, and she asked how things with my ex-wife and i actually ended, and i told her that we got in a fist fight. which was the greatly abbreviated version of things. in actually, we had been having a lot of communication problems and we were both drinking too much and i was severely depressed etc. and things escalated to the breaking point one night while we were fighting. i threw a drink in her face, in which action i also dinged her forehead with the glass, then everything went all wrong. befvore i knew it we had escalated from a common domestic dispute to a full on trailer-park style brawl. anyway, that was miserable.
so anyway emmy asked about how the fight went, and i told her that it was pretty fair i was 20 about 6'4" and 126 pounds, scrawny to a fault at the time. and she was 22, 5'10" and about the same weight, not to mention pretty nicely gunned for a lady given all of the yoga and baby lifting. regardless i felt weird, i still do, about fighting back. you know that whole never his a girl thing. so i asked emmy what she would do if a girl hit her. and she paused and thought about it, and then said, "i'd hit her back, i'm a feminist." i about laughed my ass off of my seat on the train.
and thus after a few iterations and adjustments of the language, the shirt was born.