me

For years, I raved about how I wasn’t going to iron or cook or darn for anyone. I was a feminist. Of course, in harbouring such vitriol, I had overlooked the fact that I might find these activities pleasurable. But here was a connection between two trains of thought that I believed to be opposites: these women claimed to be crafty and feminist. AT THE SAME TIME. I had to know more.

                                                          –Betsy Greer

 

 

 

 

                                                 

 

 
 

 

 


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