If I Had a Dollar (Why I Am a Feminist)

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Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man.

Because my mother’s mother was a beauty and her mother was, too, and that’s what people said: “She was a beautiful woman,” as if that was the only remarkable thing.

Because I was born in 1966, the year Betty Friedan and others started the National Organization of Women and challenged an industry which required flight attendants to quit if they got married, pregnant, or reached the age of 32.

Because when my mother had me, she stopped painting and started cleaning house and throwing dinner parties and smoking too many cigarettes and crying in the mirror.

Because my mother never told me that I looked pretty because she did not want me to grow…

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India 2.0: Eat, Pray, Surrender (a photo prologue to a three part post) (via You are Here.)

I came across this Post via wordpress’ Freshly Pressed and was quite taken aback by seeing India by the view of a ‘Foreigner’. Well, we all living in India come across many people, the difference is the point of view. We never think much about all those things which Ms. P have shown us all with such an amazement.

India 2.0: Eat, Pray, Surrender (a photo prologue to a three part post) "Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer." — Rainer Mari … Read More

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