Connie - yes.

I've read things that say "Sometimes," Connie, but I'm not sure how true to that actual time-frame that was. Which is important to think about, because it was trippy watching, say, "The Best Years Of Our Lives" and realizing, that hey, they didn't know how that late forties period was going to turn out in that movie,Which kind of sounds stupid as I type it, but there is just a fable about that era being calm, settled, filled with educated people and commonly-understood expectations, and it wasn't really that way for the people who were there.(At least, not always...that's a brilliant film. Anyone who hasn't seen it ought to.)

Aaaaannnnnnd here comes the vicodin.

My hands feel like they are several miles from my head. And yet I can still spell. I think. I take that back, whole lotta backspacing going on.

I better get upstairs for a nap while I can still find my feet.

pssst, WindSparrow's stoned, pass it on

pssst, Windsparrow's cloned, pass it on

pssst, WindSparrow is a clown, pass it on

I'm from a bit of a different generation. My mother worked during the war, but of course quit her job and went about raising children when the boys came home. After the 4 of us were finished school she casually commented to my dad that she thought she would get a job. She had been in a zillion volunteer positions over the years. Dad was horrified. All his friends would think he wasn't able to provide for her, etc. She had no idea dad felt this way because she never considered working until her children were grown.

His 3 daughters were a different matter. Dad expected we would all go to college and have careers. But not his wife. She could go to college and get degrees and be in any non-paying position she desired. Total different standard for her.

pssst, WindSparrow's gone to town, pass it on

Huh. Apparently I'm not napping. I'm snuggling Harvey and paying attentiong to the bits of my face which are easing out of the novacaine. My chin, for instance feels very odd. From inside, it feels like pins and needles, but when I touch it with my fingers I feel nothing. Which then m akes me wonder if my fingers are numb.

I've read things that say "Sometimes," Connie, but I'm not sure how true to that actual time-frame that was.

My guess, and I don't have anything to hand to back it up (though, just on general principles, I recommend Stephanie Koontz's The Way We Never Were) -- there were so many Rosie the Riveters that you could probably find plenty of examples of whatever attitude you wanted to find.

And while I don't have any evidence of this either, I suspect there may be something of that dynamic in today's generation gap. I imagine that, if you went to a typical college campus, say, you could find a number of women working for political causes (including, but not limited to, feminism), a number of women interested mainly in the next sorority party (or, to borrow Tep's phrase, a "$100 leg wax"), and a number in between or maybe even on another axis altogether.

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