On East Main Street in Columbus, Ohio, amidst motels promising cable television, an old bowling alley and various car repair shops, there is a dingy bar called the "Silent Woman." The sign in front pictures a woman's voluptuous body--headless. Viewed from the backseat of my childhood station wagon on the way to the orthodontist, the airport, and the hairdresser, the landmark rattled my worldview. Was the woman on the sign somehow better without a mind or a voice? Was her body all that mattered to the men inside that bar, to beer-drinking men everywhere? My reaction to that disturbing image represents the earliest stirrings of my feminist instinct, which has shaped many of my life choices and fueled my desire to study the law.