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Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.


She says:
One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman.

Henry and Jennifer discuss the relative merits of de Beauvoir's The Second Sex and Friedan's The Feminine Mystique.

He says:
Man is not the enemy here, but the fellow victim.


She says:
Man is defined as a human being and a woman as a female - whenever she behaves as a human being she is said to imitate the male.


He says:
It is ridiculous to tell girls to be quiet when they enter a new field, or an old one, so the men will not notice they are there. A girl should not expect special privileges, because of her sex, but neither should she "adjust" to prejudice and discrimination.

Comments

Roddy said…
The tone of the conversation means nothing to me.
These deep and meaningful conversations must take place after my departure, as I don't have any recollection of the vocalisation of these thoughts whilst I am present.
Beautiful photo of a child and his mum...simply charming.

Pilar
He said/she said....
Interesting conversation, points well taken and argued.

Take care....
stay blessed, Rhapsody
Carola said…
I have to say that, because this is great work: this titel, incredible discussion and this lovely photo.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it went over your head.

Pilar, it was a nice day for it, despite the wind and cold!

Rhapsody, we're all feminists in our house.

Carola, thank you!
Roddy said…
Ok Kris, I'm not that short.

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