I finally read Virginia Woolf's A Room of One's Own. It took me this long to read it, in part, because it had been recommended by many Women's Studies professors, and so I assumed it represented the old-school didactic feminist thinking which no longer speaks to me. I was pleasantly surprised to find her book intellectually exciting.
You see, I never really bought into the faulty logic that men are bad but that we should want to be like them. Now, I realize that's reductionist and enormously unfair. I'm simply saying that I no longer see life as a collection of polarities but rather as a series of gradations. It is possible, in other words, for a range of "truths" to be equally acceptable, depending on the time, place and context. The challenge of modern society is to reconcile those individual truths for a greater understanding.
In other words, dogmas are made to be broken, regardless of where they originated.
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