A couple days ago while riding the F train, I unexpectedly finished a book.
This is the first book that I have finished in (what I'd say) a couple years. At least a year and a half.
(Yeah, yeah, I was a bad college student who would read MOST of the book, but not all of it. Besides, I mostly had to read articles and excerpts in college. THOSE I'd finish.)
I read slowly.
And my mind wanders too much.
ANYWAY the book I finished was Virginia Woolf's Three Guineas.
What's it about?
Well, lemme tell you…
(Actually, let me copy/paste what Wikipedia says because I'm not good with giving explanations. Or directions to places!)
So, Woolf (my favorite author) is basically writing letters to people the entire time. And she's answering questions and such.
So, here's what Wiki has to say:
Three Guineas is a book-length essay by Virginia Woolf, published in June 1938. Woolf wrote the essay to answer three questions, each from a different society:
- From an anti-war society: "How should war be prevented?"
- From a women's college building fund: "Why does the government not support education for women?" (Actually, the fund was a metaphor for family private funds to send the "boys of the family" to college and not the women. Woolf questioned this practice, but it was never about government supported schooling for women, but for all people!)
- From a society promoting employment of professional women: "Why are women not allowed to engage in professional work?"
It was really good.
The thing I enjoyed mostly was that it was dated and not dated at the same time.
Like yeah, women can enroll in college and earn money by working now, but we still have the same kind of society that patriarchy and patriarchal qualities created. Things have changed but then they haven't.
And we still have war.
Okay, that's the most "political" you'll see me get on my blog.
I just like to keep things pretty and sunshiny usually.
I like to sweep things under the rug.
I wanted to discuss something else, but I'm ready to end this blog already. (AND I gotta use the bathroom.)
Here's a sweater I appliqued (by hand!) this morning:
They're rabbits, dudes. Not bunnies.
And they're not cute; they're indifferent.
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