I had hoped the notion that I would don tweed skirts and a shapeless jumper on hitting 50 were a thing of the past, but no, according to this company this was my aspirational future.
The father of economics lived with his mother. She took care of him for his entire life. Yet he never thought to value her work to clean the house, cook his food or care for him.
According to Freud, women invented weaving from their need to plait pubic hair to hide their lack of penis. Is this why textile art still languishes at the bottom of the art world hierarchy?
Why is fragility so valued in women? Is it simply that helpless dependence makes men feel stronger and more powerful, reinforcing their role as leaders and providers in society?
I don’t want to be part of a culture that is frozen in the past. I want to be part of a developing world, in which we can all thrive. Clinging to outdated ideas, or the status quo will only hinder all our progress
A phoenix from the ashes of despair. An ugly duckling that became a swan. What is initially unappealing and unpromising has the potential to become beautiful and admirable in maturity. There is hope for us all.
Research shows that women who want to succeed are told that they need to consciously monitor themselves to balance assertion with enough caring/nurturing behaviours so they don’t upset the way in which others are used to seeing the world working. How much longer do we need to hide our strength behind a soft outer shell to be accepted and recognised for what we can contribute?