~ Herman Miller summer picnic posters.
~ Walking while black.
~ Free play as a luxury for those who can afford to create it.
~ Bob Dylan paints.
~ What we're eating: Shashuka with feta.
~ Mail carrier fashion.
~ Simcha on women's role:
But that’s precisely what happens when we start a sentence with, “Woman are good at …” or “Women’s job is to …” or “The thing that women can offer is …”
It doesn’t matter if you’re a conservative or a progressive, and if your ideas of womanhood are millennia old or newly minted.
Always, when you get specific about women’s roles, there will be a good woman somewhere who is serving God with all her heart, soul, mind, and strength, and she will think, “But I’m not like that.”
I sympathise with anyone who tries to write about the role of women. It’s so tempting to just say, “Let’s keep it simple. Wives, obey your husbands. The end.”
I tried that myself, as newlywed – tried obeying the hell out of my poor husband. Later, I realised that what the poor guy really wanted was to live his life with the weird, cranky, specific woman he fell in love with.
He didn’t want The Catholic Wife; he wanted me.
And therein lies the truth about trying to nail down the role of women.