When I first read the title of Christine Hume’s feminist essay collection, Everything I Never Wanted to Know, I thought, well, why would I want to know it either? My copy arrived during a busy week of the semester. I had papers to grade and more simply, I didn’t want to think about the violence that lurks beneath my everyday actions. I carried the paperback around in my bag, but when I took my lunch break and sat down to read it, I was more comfortable scrolling through ads for tights that claimed to be made out of an indestructible fabric, giving little thought to the sweatshops in which I suspected they were made, or considering the way, I would later read, tights have been used to homogenize women’s legs.
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