Today, we hear of teenagers writing “autobiographies” as if they’d lived a life.
I didn’t know I had a brain in college and if I did, would have used it better. Then I learned I could get A’s and B’s by coasting. My strict upbringing led to me going to the library for a couple of hours a night and going out afterwards with the girls.
Junior and senior year I opted for “the stacks” where serious studying was done without social interference. This was before computers and laptops and when I had the best bargaining tool in school, a 1943 portable Smith-Corona typewriter.
No, I can write e-mails and a blog and can even text a bit but I hate it because people think you’ll always be there and text right back. I can be folding and putting away laundry upstairs and not hear a text come in. Yes, it’s a life that has its household chores – someone has to do them.
Welcome to the feminist homemaker’s site. I counsel friends on life and jobs, do research for my husband, write and edit countless texts, make a butternut squash soup to die for, clean and cook for my husband and the dog.
One thing I don’t have is an autobiography. I hate Facebook because everyone posts anything on it. I literally awakened and slept with one woman throughout the day and heard every thing she did. Boring, so I quit.
What’s an old-fashioned modern woman to do? Keep up the blog for now. Thanks for reading. Dee
Cooking with Dee 