I don’t remember where I was when my dad nominated Ruth Bader Ginsburg to the Supreme Court, but I do remember how I felt: very excited and a little surprised. This was 1993. I was thirteen years old. In elementary school, I had learned about Sandra Day O’Connor, who had been confirmed twelve years earlier as the first woman justice of the Supreme Court. But until Ruth Bader Ginsburg, I didn’t realize so many years had passed without there being a second. I was like this as a kid. I believed the world was fairer than it was. Which is...