Inspirational Story in which Emily becomes a Feminist Owner/Builder

I'm reading a book called Built Like a Woman by Sandra Broman which is one woman's tale of how to renovate when you are a girl and have no idea what to do. I'm finding it very inspiring and challenging. One of the first things she said in the book was that in the beginning she had no idea of how to renovate and after a while of learning and becoming awesome she bought her own chainsaw. What I'm taking from the book at the moment is that you just have to get stuck in and get your hands dirty.  

Last night the saw came out. My first reaction was "Ew, a tool." Then the voice inside my head that is Sandy B said "Girls can saw stuff." So off I went to saw something/take over the world.

In my feminist dream of the situation, I would have picked up the saw without asking for permission or instructions, then found the exact right spot to do the sawing and sawed something to perfection. 

In reality, I said "Can I do the sawing?", got permission, then tried to turn it on and did a lot of squealing and yelling and getting butterflies in my stomach. My brother had to yell "Built like a woman!" at me before I stuck that saw right into the bench and sawed the crap out of it. 

It was not nearly as difficult I thought. Actually it was pretty damn easy and next I'll be building a castle using only my bare hands, a jackhammer and this song as a soundtrack. 

Ovaries? All I'm hearing is Overachievies. 

Look at the teeth on that thing!
Complete with high tech ear plugs. 

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