Just thought I'd post a weblink for you folks, many may have already seen this women's work and her predicament, but I stumbled onto it just doing a search for pics of women working. You how how the web works...one page leads to another..

Anyway, this woman is really something and I enjoyed reading her blog and her efforts seem worthy of all of our support. Also, would like some feedback from others who are familiar with her. As an activist once myself (and on a smaller level now) I know how hard it is to get any attention, especially if you are a woman.

So check this out:

http://unreasonablewomen.blogspot.com/

I was invited today to a "party" given by the parents of my son's latest love interest. A birthday party I was told. I arrived in the best casual I had (I've gained weight in the past years, so my fav clothes are presently unwearable)..

Anyhow, I also had to drive my ugliest truck because all other trucks and vehicles are presently broken down (get to that in a minute).

Parents were nice, if not a little bland. My son told me before hand: 'mom, don't talk about politics or religion or anything else that is controversial." So I was polite and towed the line.

One observation. The people's house was nice, they were nice. They showed me their library, very impressive woodwork, spiral staircase, glass cabinets and bookcases lining a wall on first floor and a balcony on second. But what were the books? Fiction, paperbacks, pulp fiction. More pulp fiction and sci-fi than I'd ever seen, save for a booth at a flea market. And the furniture seemingly unused and not a book withdrawn.

My mother once said to me when I was in my early thirties, "God am I so glad that I hit menopause, no more worries about men, now I can do what I want." as she related how she was planning to do some research in the Amazon. She's an anthropologist. She fought hard for her degree, losing my father in the process and having to raise five children and losing two (my brother and I) to a typical custody battle with all the typical white male priviledge of money and power.

So here I am, forty-one. I have fought my battles, fought a custody battle and won for my own children, raised them and now I am doing what I want. No longer a slave to the breeder function that my then husband wanted me to be. No longer feeling that being a 'good girl' has anything to do with meeting my own needs.