Stir-fry Gone Wrong

On the topic of feminism...
It seems that us girls who stand for female empowerment are slightly deluded in our plight to gain male and female equality.

Myself included, we will be first onboard the train that's destination: equal opportunities for both men and women. We're adamant in our view that men and women should have the same pay for the same job, which does make perfect sense.

Yet there are still other traditional male/female differences that we maintain. Traditions that still hold women as 'weaker' or 'lesser' to a certain extent. But we don't dispute them, because they actually work in our favour.

An example, a friend of mine was constantly troubling another friend of mine. In a joky manner obviously, but it was clear to all of us that it was getting on his nerves. The first friend, being a tough, tomboyish type girl who likes to play around, was always hitting him and tripping him up etc. and the second friend, a weedier type boy, had enough, having told her multiple times to stop and being visibly pissed off. And so he gave her a quick, cheeky slap on the face. And immediately we, (4 girls) were outraged. Shouting cusses at him for even daring to think of hitting a girl. Then after all the hype had died down and we were onto a different topic, my mind couldn't help but question whether in our yearn for equality, it was fitting to say that a boy can't hit a girl.
Surely, we should be able to hold our own against a man.
Why should they not hit us? Because we're weaker than them? That's basically what we're admitting with this "rule."

The second example.
There's a boy in our halls who's a swimmer and therefore got a really hot bod which has only been seen by one of us girls. This girl tells us that it is AMAZING and that we all must see it. And so, we decide to straight out ask J to show us his body. He refuses even after continuous pestering. So we give up. But then later, we're sitting in the corridor, talking, and J comes out of his room which is just next to where we're sitting. And immediately, this girl is like, 'ooh J, show us your bod!' followed by the rest of us encouraging him to take it off. He shuts the door. And we continue, chanting now, banging the floor, right outside his door.
This girl stops, and she's like, 'Imagine if we were guys and he was a girl. That would be terrible.' We all enthusiastically agree, because it is so true.
But then we acknowledge that we're girls, so it's okay, and we carry on chanting.

I just found it all so interesting.

He still hasn't shown us his body.
It's only a matter of time...