I didn’t realize that I was a feminist until I read a story in which a noblewoman named Éowyn plunged her sword into the the Witch-King of Angmar in J.R.R. Tolkien’s fantasy epic, The Lord of The Rings. It wasn’t the demons, ghouls, or wizards that enthralled me most in the series — though they certainly helped — it was the idea that a woman could fight back. I was eight years old, awkward, chubby, and had as yet no exposure to the theory around which we currently discuss feminist ideology — but I knew that I wanted to be…