Gravatar The truly scary part is that I recognize that curriculum. I faced it in 1988, I believe.

My memory (tho' faint) recalls that somewhere in connection with that curriculum someone tried to introduce me to an eyelash curler, which is a device I have yet to understand. I nearly did grave injury to myself but quickly gave up.

Probably the wisest choice, given my current career track of reading for a living.


Gravatar That strikes me through the heart, it does. I may take you up on the homework, though I fear I've ranted enough about gender already.


Gravatar Hmm. I wonder what that would have done to the boys in my Home Ec class (actually called Family Studies at the time I took it, 1990 or so) -- we all had to take half a year of Family Studies and half a year of Shop (Industrial Arts) regardless of gender. Or is there a separate pamphlet for boys? That might be equally terrifying...


Gravatar This is reminding of a Girl Scout handbook I found in my Mom's cedar chest. It was hers. In 1954. Oh. My. God. It was basically a manual on being a "good wife" and pleasing your man! No wonder my mom ended up being June Cleaver for the first 14 years of my life. (She eventually wised up and started a career in her 40s.)

TMK


Gravatar You asked for new projects: well, I have started knitting breasts to be stuffed, requested, I think by the knitting guild in the UK. Fabulous stuff. One of the breasts doesn't look anything like a breast, but the other is almost there. Pici of official pattern on my website. I'm sure I could share the pattern if asked nicely; after all they are not for resale, just educational purposes.


Gravatar Oh, I can't wait to get back to school. This kind of stuff is great. (You know, in that offensive kind of way.) And I don't know why, but the very word "mannish" makes me laugh. Mannish! Oh, the horror of the mannish woman!

(Good luck with all the stuff you're working on!)


Gravatar My mother wouldn't let me take cello lessons because she didn't like the way I'd have to sit with my legs open to play it. I should have told her that a cello was the least of her worries. . .


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