My reality, their reality, our reality

Most might argue that the advent of feminism began recently. For me, I think it started when Eve gave Adam the apple to eat. She’ll constantly remind him every time he complained “Dude, if it wasn't for me, you’d still be in the garden prancing about, so I shouldn't be the slave”.  We often try to separate the reality from our reality. (Did you even get that?) Why don’t I explain?