More Catholic Than The Pope: I could be good for him if he would love me and care for me

by MusicMomWhile my mother happily explored feminism and piled all of her frustrated hopes and dreams into my older sister, Aprille, I found myself in the new and different position of being my father's confidant and friend. My mother's transition from traditional womanhood into modern feminist had sent many ripples through our family life, and one of them bumped right into my traditional, conservative and passive father. Used to being deferred and catered to, his wife was now out protesting the need for bike paths and going to school for journalism.My mother and sister were very close – Aprille was her wonder girl – very intelligent, ambitious and empowered by mom to achieve eve … [Read more...]

More Catholic Than The Pope: Feminism became my enemy of choice and I vowed to aim my life’s energy at its destruction

by MusicMomI was born in the midst of the flower children and hippie ferver – 1967.  More importantly, for where I ended up in my life, I was born a few years after Betty Friedan wrote “The Feminine Mystique” which raised the consciousness of millions of educated American housewives as to what was exactly that nagging “problem with no name”. My mother was a rich, educated southern belle.  She graduated from Sweet Briar College in Virginia (yes, that actually is a women's college, not a fairy-tale castle) in 1960 and married the son of a NY judge, my dad.  They moved to NY and began the early-60's version of the American dream.  Dad got a job as a stockbroker and mom stayed home to … [Read more...]


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