There’s a slightly divey pub not far from the Washington Examiner’s offices. Once, while getting a drink with colleagues, I realized it was passing dinnertime. I wasn’t hungry, but I had no groceries at home. So with one part shame and another part chutzpah, I ordered a side of coleslaw. I knew this looked ridiculous to my male peers, because men simply don’t understand this phenomenon: when you want a few bites of something, but not a full meal or even an appetizer.

A few restaurants across the country have picked up on the fact and decided to add a “My Girlfriend is Not Hungry” entry to the menu. This is an act of feminist heroism for those of us adult women who want to stop stealing our boyfriend’s food or, worse, ordering from the kid’s menu. (Any woman who says she hasn’t done this is lying.)