My time is running out because my progress has been slow, caught in the barbed-wire of early training and experiences. But, no problem, I would not have had the insight if those barbs had not poked holes in the fabric of reality I had been given.
“Time running out” sounds like a lament. People out there now want to believe that the problem surrounding women’s place and being in society is solved. They no longer have to deal with it our think about it. The traces of misogyny, disrespect, resistance to equality have gone underground, not recognized by even by those who harbor them Resistance to women as equal participants is not gone; it has receded and now hidden so that it is more difficult to treat and eradicate.
In our attempts to know everything we miss the obvious fact: what is known and does not need to be studied.
I wish to tell this story from the perspective of “What I Would Say to My Granddaughter If I Could Get Her Attention”. Her eyes cannot see me: they are occupied with beautiful guys. Her ears cannot hear me: one is blocked by her Ipod, the other by her cell-phone. Her hands cannot touch me: they must tech-message. So, I will speak to all women and through them to all the people.
So, I ask, is there actually any more work for women in finding the truth of who they are in how to inact it in their lives?
