a room of one's own....

ok, so.....this tale is often told in this forum....and i bring it up again because it is timely......way back in my college days....maybe graduate school....my history of procrastination goes way back....the literature text books were in the same aisle as the nutrition texts.....and i happened upon several stacks of appealing book covers as i searched for those on my list.....and i walked away with books assigned for a class i would never take.....the yellow wallpaper, the vagabond, a room of one's own.......oh, my.....how those books changed my course more so than my nutrition of disabled children courses.....and this evening, when i have already been brought to tears by a deja vu article in the nytimes by a woman who walked/ran her first marathon at 6 hours and 58 minutes...i came across this piece about a woman who inherited $75,000 from her feminist literature professor.....i have read Woolf's essay "A Room of One's Own" almost as many times as I have read Hemingway's 'A Movable Feast'....which says that I lack the attention span required to digest a weighty novel......or that I appreciate brevity in my social commentary.......and admire those who voice the purist sentiments of feminism......the unadulterated urges to be all that one can be.....i read with sadness about the passing of the young women of middle eastern descent run down by her father because she had become too westernized....there can be no quarter for a father who would kill his own daughter because she had the audacity to think for herself.....the world would be a better place if more women thought for themsleves and acted accordingly.....and it is not just me 'sayin'......