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I don't remember who said it, but I remember appreciating the comment that  the strive for a universal definition of feminism is a myopic and almost offensive cause.  Hearing Tamarinda and Ingrid's accounts of Latina feminism also made me think more about "home" and realize that striving for a universal definition of "home" is equally impossible.  It seems like we've been sort of walking on eggshells when we talk about what "home" and what "feminism" means to us because, in every case, our personal lives are put in the spotlight; for that reason, I really appreciated Ingrid and Tamarinda's dialogue on the differences between their own homes, and their own feminsim.  In some ways, it's hard I think, to even have a class on feminism, because what it means to me is entirely different from what it means to Tamarinda, who has a different take from, say, Becky who moved like 15 times, which makes her take different from Anne's, who was taken aback by Ingrid's claims that gender is logically rooted in all Spanish nouns. 

It makes me wonder if our different takes are useful to us, or if those circles are precisely what drives us in circles.