If I Had a Dollar (Why I Am a Feminist)

This the kind of writing that matters, the kind of writing I hope to create on my new blog. It reminds me of the poem I wrote for my mother years ago, so perhaps that will be my first post since my talented and tough mamma just pasted away on November 1st of 2014. We miss her charm, her audacity, ingenuity, eccentricity and incredible ability to keep it all together for her children when others would say her world was falling apart. She was an amazing spirit and Anna’s writing reminds me so much of her fighting spirit and why it is as important today as it was 100 years ago to keep fighting for equality in every aspect of our lives.

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Because my mother was a painter and a beauty when artists had patrons and a woman like that needed a man to take care of her, so she married a money man.

Because my mother’s mother was a beauty and her mother was, too, and that’s what people said: “She was a beautiful woman,” as if that was the only remarkable thing.

Because I was born in 1966, the year Betty Friedan and others started the National Organization of Women and challenged an industry which required flight attendants to quit if they got married, pregnant, or reached the age of 32.

Because when my mother had me, she stopped painting and started cleaning house and throwing dinner parties and smoking too many cigarettes and crying in the mirror.

Because my mother never told me that I looked pretty because she did not want me to grow…

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