Feminism finds itself trapped

Tonight I sat speaking to a woman who I have a peculiar respect for. She is woman who dances between power and weakness.
As with many of my encounters this exchange was about me.
But... We discussed and conversed. My step father in law demanded my glass, he flicked soap suds on me. I was mid conversation. Still he flicked. Still I refused to yield my glass. He was frustrated.
So was I.
I was faced with a man who expected subservience. He wasn't going to get it
Merry Christmas