'passive male feminist syndrome'
In this article, I explored what it looks like to be proactive in church:
At the beginning of this semester, my ward boundaries changed, and I was under the impression for about a week that Hannah Wheelwright was moving into my ward. It was like the scene at the end of the third Harry Potter, when Harry thinks he is going to get to live with his godfather Sirius Black. It was much like that scene, in both the ecstasy of events turning to my favor, and in how that possibility got ripped away from me at the last second (it turns out, no she moved into a different ward from me).