Here is the principle, which dates back to the 4th century B.C.: The enemy of my enemy is my friend. It is often a practical theory, though far from a perfect one. There is no perfect theory, perfect being, often, the enemy of practical. But I am not looking for perfect theory. What I want … Continue reading Women’s war on women.
Here's what I know about 1972: Clad in my polyester double-knit pants ensemble (the one with the sleeveless v-neck top and bell-bottom bottoms in the pink/orange/white chevron pattern), I spent countless hours 'performing' my favorite songs in our den, singing along with the record player that was hidden in a corner behind my father's pthalo … Continue reading I am woman, hear me reverberate.
As girl children of the 1970s my sister and I were raised to believe that nothing was beyond our reach. We were told, more than shown, that we could be doctors, lawyers, astronauts, CEOs or publishers, that we could do any of those jobs just as well as any man could. But our mother, the woman … Continue reading Unprotected sex.
