I found an amazing female author from 1915 who wrote feminist poetry, and it is brilliant.
Here's one I really loved;
Why We Oppose Pockets for Women
1. Because pockets are not a natural right.
2. Because the great majority of women do not want pockets. If they did they would have them.
3. Because whenever women have had pockets they have not used them.
4. Because women are required to carry enough things as it is, without the additional burden of pockets.
5. Because it would make dissension between husband and wife as to whose pockets were to be filled.
6. Because it would destroy man's chivalry toward woman, if he did not have to carry all her things in his pockets.
7. Because men are men, and women are women. We must not fly in the face of nature.
8. Because pockets have been used by men to carry tobacco, pipes, whiskey flasks, chewing gum and compromising letters. We see no reason to suppose that women would use them more wisely.
And another-
Women (With rather insincere apologies to Mr. Rudyard Kipling.)
I went to ask my government
if they would set me free,
They gave a pardoned crook a vote,
but hadn't one for me;
The men about me laughed and frowned
and said: "Go home, because
We really can't be bothered
when we're busy making laws."
Oh, it's women this, and women that and women have no sense,
But it's pay your taxes promptly when it comes to the expense,
It comes to the expense, my dears, it comes to the expense,
It's pay your taxes promptly when it comes to the expense.
I went into a factory
to earn my daily bread:
Men said: "The home is woman's sphere."
"I have no home," I said.
But when the men all marched to war,
they cried to wife and maid,
"Oh, never mind about the home,
but save the export trade."
For it's women this and women that, and home's the place for you,
But it's patriotic angels when there's outside work to do,
There's outside work to do, my dears, there's outside work to do,
It's patriotic angels when there's outside work to do.
We are not really senseless,
and we are not angels, too,
But very human beings,
human just as much as you.
It's hard upon occasions
to be forceful and sublime
When you're treated as incompetents
three-quarters of the time.
But it's women this and women that, and woman's like a hen,
But it's do the country's work alone, when war takes off the men,
And it's women this and women that and everything you please,
But woman is observant, and be sure that woman sees.
Have a happy Monday!
Some photos of a pair of brightly coloured scissors. I think they look like Tony Cragg Sculptures.
My father has a lovely tradition with his Christmas shopping;
leave it till the last second and then blitz it all in one day with my
assistance. This year I demanded a McFlurry as payment (for those of you who
live in a cave they cost ninety nine pee) and the stingey bastard still wouldn’t
pay up. We were almost finished, down to the last thing on the list. I was
wearing appropriate shopping battle gear- flat shoes, comfy bra, hair tied off
my face. Before the search for the small and strange last thing I felt the need
to apply copious quantities of “pleasure me red”, my favourite red lipstick
which I was most certainly not born with (maybelline, get it? HA). A bald, middle aged military man, my
father didn’t understand why I felt the need to do so. I tried to explain that
it makes you feel prepared, invincible, brave. This was when I realised that it
shouldn’t be so hard to explain to a military man after all.
