the danger of subjectivity

What I’m about to say may set radical feminism back about 50 years, but we’ll burn that bridge when we get there.

As a woman, I don’t have to hear another woman have an opinion on something in order to form one myself.

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True Visible Beauty

It used to bother me that hardly a Christmas or an Easter, a Fourth of July or a Labor Day could pass without my parents inviting people over for a meal. Widows. Vicars. College students. If you were going to be alone on a holiday {or pretty much any day}, Mom and Dad would find you, hug you and tell you what time the turkey would be ready.

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