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Apathy is the self-defense of the powerless.
Illness is the proving ground of friendship.
Boys don't make passes at female smart asses.
A family stitched together with love seldom unravels.
I want to visit Memory Lane, I don't want to live there.
Children's liberation is the next item on our civil rights shopping list.
A toy has no gender and no idea of whether a girl or boy is playing with it.
We need old friends to help us grow old and new friends to help us stay young.
When men are oppressed, it's a tragedy. When women are oppressed, it's tradition.
It's smart to be friends with one's sex partner but dumb to have sex with one's friends.
Mothers remember a child's first words, and quote them in tones usually reserved for Byron.
We mothers are learning to mark our mothering success by our daughters' lengthening flight.
No labourer in the world is expected to work for room, board, and love -except the housewife.
If the Richter scale could measure human calamities, the loss of a child would register a ten.
If the family were a boat, it would be a canoe that makes no progress unless everyone paddles.
Other than life experience, nothing left a deeper imprint on my formative self than the movies.
Friends can be said to "fall in like" with as profound a thud as romantic partners fall in love.
Control is a big issue when you're sick. It's the first thing you lose - other losses come later.
Lifestyles and sex roles are passed from parents to children as inexorably as blue eyes or small feet.
Friends seem to be like aspirin; we don't really know why they make a sick person feel better, but they do.
Although Freud said happiness is composed of love and work, reality often forces us to choose love or work.
If knowledge is power, clandestine knowledge is power squared; it can be withheld, exchanged, and leveraged.
I feel about mothers the way I feel about dimples: because I do not have one myself, I notice everyone who does.
Before devising any blueprint that includes the assumption of Having It All, we need to ask ... Why do we need Everything?
What I often say to people who are quick to say I’m not a feminist is if you think you’re not a feminist, give it all back.
If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable - each segment distinct.
Friendships aren't perfect and yet they are very precious. For me, not expecting perfection all in one place was a great release.
America is a nation fundamentally ambivalent about its children, often afraid of its children, and frequently punitive toward its children.
Housework is the only activity at which men are allowed to be consistently inept because they are thought to be so competent at everything else.
If family violence teaches children that might makes right at home, how will we hope to cure the futile impulse to solve worldly conflicts with force?
I didn't anticipate the primal quality of my pleasure, the raw physicality of it, the way my whole body leaps forward when I see my grandsons after a few days' absence.
I used to anticipate my childhood birthday parties as if each were an annual coronation. Like most kids, I loved sitting at the head of the table with a crown on my head.
We can remind the world that all the dead on both sides have not settled our differences, so now it is time for the living to renounce violence as a means of solving this conflict.
When the president of the United States flicks the switch to light up the Christmas tree on the White House lawn, that house ceases to be an American symbol; it becomes a Christian symbol.
The politics of the family are the politics of a nation. Just as the authoritarian family is the authoritarian state in microcosm, the democratic family is the best training ground for life in a democracy.
Why hope to live a long life if we're only going to fill it with self-absorption, body maintenance and image repair? When we die, do we want people to exclaim 'She looked ten years younger,' or do we want them to say 'She lived a great life'?
When a family is free of abuse and oppression, it can be the place where we share our deepest secrets and stand the most exposed, a place where we learn to feel distinct without being better, - and sacrifice for others without losing ourselves.
The risk for a woman who considers her helpless children her "job" is that the children's growth toward self-sufficiency may be experienced as a refutation of the mother's indispensability, and she may unconsciously sabotage their growth as a result.
Work-family conflicts - the trade-offs of your money or your life, your job or your child - would not be forced upon women with such sanguine disregard if men experienced the same career stalls caused by the-buck-stops-here responsibility for children.
The ultra-right would have us believe that families are in trouble because of humanism, feminism, secular education, or sexual liberation, but the consensus of Americans is that what tears families apart is unemployment, inflation, and financial worries.
Like many another romance, the romance of the family turns sour when the money runs out. If we really cared about families, we would not let 'born again' patriarchs send up moral abstractions as a smokescreen for the scandal of American family economics.
To me, a person's identity is composed of both an 'I' and a 'we.' The 'I' finds itself in love, work, and pleasure, but it also locates itself within some meaningful group identity - a tribe, a community, a 'we.' America is too big and bland a tribe for most of us.
As the mother of a son, I do not accept that alienation from me is necessary for his discovery of himself. As a woman, I will not cooperate in demeaning womanly things so that he can be proud to be a man. I like to think the women in my son's future are counting on me.
It angers me that sick people have to wait for everything and everybody - doctors, nurses, callbacks, lab results, prescriptions, medications, technicians, treatment rooms. If illness is the embodiment of powerlessness, which, believe me, is true, then waiting is its temporal incarnation.
Like plowing, housework makes the ground ready for the germination of family life. The kids will not invite a teacher home if beer cans litter the living room. The family isn't likely to have breakfast together if somebody didn't remember to buy eggs, milk, or muffins. Housework maintains an orderly setting in which family life can flourish.
Much is made of the accelerating brutality of young people's crimes, but rarely does our concern for dangerous children translateinto concern for children in danger. We fail to make the connection between the use of force on children themselves, and violent antisocial behavior, or the connection between watching father batter mother and the child deducing a link between violence and masculinity.
Compared to other parents, remarried parents seem more desirous of their child's approval, more alert to the child's emotional state, and more sensitive in their parent-child relations. Perhaps this is the result of heightened empathy for the child's suffering, perhaps it is a guilt reaction; in either case, it gives the child a potent weapon--the power to disrupt the new household and come between parent and the new spouse.
I find it profoundly symbolic that I am appearing before a committee of fifteen men who will report to a legislative body of one hundred men because of a decision handed down by a court comprised of nine men--on an issue that affects millions of women.... I have the feeling that if men could get pregnant, we wouldn't be struggling for this legislation. If men could get pregnant, maternity benefits would be as sacrosanct as the G.I. Bill.
Over the years, I've found that I either live life or write about it. I can't seem to do both simultaneously - I have to do it sequentially. When I write incessantly, I lose touch with the issues and passions that fuel the work. But when I get too involved in organizations or movement endeavors, I almost forget that I'm a writer. It's a constant struggle to find a balance between these two worlds - the solitary writing life and the life of a social justice activist.
In the supposedly enlightened eighteenth and nineteenth centuries, parental indifference, child neglect, and raw cruelty appearedamong Europeans of all classes.... In mid-nineteenth- century France, families abandoned their children at the rate of thirty-three thousand a year.... It took sixty years after the criminalization of cruelty to animals for cruelty to children to be made punishable under English law.... Industrialized America added brutalizing child labor to the oppressions of the young.