Even If They Knew The Truth Of

I Am A Good And Interested Mother - Which Has Surprised Me.

In Domestic Life The Woman's Value Is Inherent, Unquantifiable; At Home She Exchanges Proven Values For Mythological Ones. She "wants" To Be At Home, And Because She Is A Woman She's Allowed To Want It. This Desire Is Her Mystique, It Is Both What Enables Her To Domesticate Herself And What Disempowers Her.

The Woman Who Thinks She Can Choose Femininity, Can Toy With It Like The Social Drinker Toys With Wine - Well, She's Asking For It, Asking To Be Undone, Devoured, Asking To Spend Her Life Perpetrating A New Fraud, Manufacturing A New Fake Identity, Only This Time It's Her Equality That's Fake.

Reality Might Be Described As The Eternal Equipoise Of Positive And Negative.

Honest Criticism, I Suppose, Has Its Place. But Honest Writing Is Infinitely More Valuable.