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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Feminine Mystique
[time] => 2013-01-20 00:32:29
[hometext] => 1979 - to all the fems at the Broadway Bar
[bodytext] => Twinkle twinkle Betty Friedan; Hail the union masses; On their way to modern Eden: all the heart-shaped lasses; Teach us how to fight and think; to be our brother's equal. Deserted is the kitchen sink; but can we write a sequel? Everywhere they speak of it to set our souls on fire; And in the wake of hushed hurrahs, we sift our heart's desires. In each of us a tiny spark; a fractured disillusion: If I come first, and he comes last, is love my goal's intrusion? It's not so much the "what" I seek; it's more a style of being. (Armor isn't very chic with crumpets while we're teaing!) Cursing is for vulgar slobs, yet silence makes us martyrs. Bra-less leaves me two flat blobs; and mini's show my garters! It's not as simple as it looks this Women's Revolution. My gift is no more found in books than love in prostitution! So twinkle twinkle freedom star; I'll watch you rise above him. The air is much too thin up there to find the heart to love him. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 120 [topic] => 61 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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