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Apr. 21st, 2008 01:00 pmI am writing essay questions for my homework. Sigh. I feel fifteen again. Dissertation is going. Slowly, but it's going, and I think I can have it basically written by the end of this week. Hold me to that. Mind you, tutor's printing off another article for me, and getting me a book to check out this week, so I still haven't finished my stupid research. Ah, well. That's what the ability to insert text into a word document is for.
Aww, historical feminist snobbery. Bless. Mind you, I can never read any of this woman's stuff without feeling sad for her. It must have sucked being a feminist in the 50s. Poor woman wrote a book on the oppression and isolation of young mothers, got it published, and committed suicide before first print. That's just sad. *Pets her* Almost makes me sorry for ripping her work to shreds in the second chapter.
Tum ti tum.
How are you today?
Aww, historical feminist snobbery. Bless. Mind you, I can never read any of this woman's stuff without feeling sad for her. It must have sucked being a feminist in the 50s. Poor woman wrote a book on the oppression and isolation of young mothers, got it published, and committed suicide before first print. That's just sad. *Pets her* Almost makes me sorry for ripping her work to shreds in the second chapter.
Tum ti tum.
How are you today?
