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So true. I’m 53 and have the same feelings. I don’t see the show as feminist so much as portraying the workplace and people of that time in a very unblinking manner. People did brilliant things, some were horrible human beings, all at the same time. Feminists were there, and so were male chauvinist pigs, in the

I'd bet my next paycheck that there are a lot of grandmothers that were super-intellectual on the down-low.

Anger is the "check engine" light on the dashboard of your life. Sometimes you can't articulate what's wrong, and getting pissed is a first step toward that. There should be more colors on your palette, but at least when you are pissed, you are engaged and feeling something about what's going on.

(This)^(10000). As I read the comments I think of an analogous situation. What if 50 years after the Civil War, someone commented on the steampunk Internet “Gee, I moved back onto a plantation - I just LOOOOVE picking cotton and living in a shack! I worked as an educator for 23 years, but one day I came home and said

#notallhousefraus

I smell a Caldecott award-winning children's book MSDB!

I'm not worthy given all the incredible moms I've read about below, but a lot of your stories resonated big-time. I had the wicked, Irish-(lapsed) Catholic mom as well. My dad peaced out when I was in kindergarten, so it was a struggle. My mom was a complicated person who did the best she could in tough times. Funny

Maybe she was counting ceiling and floors?

True confession: When I was a young little asshole, I bullied a kid over a food aversion. He would tell anyone that would listen about how much he hated Brussel sprouts. Being the twisted bastard I was/am, I invited him over one day (this was sometime during middle school). We were goofing around in the back yard and

My thoughts too re: creamed spinach until Berghoff's on State Street in Chicago changed my life. People routinely substituted perfectly good sides for their creamed spinach. My working theory is that the Germans have drinking food tweaked out to a science.

It has to be said - a sextet! I'll show myself out...