tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6142743576584523533.post8503258205332721627..comments2023-09-28T19:10:43.760-06:00Comments on The Feminist Agenda: Lies We Tell Our Kids, Part IIRachelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08203151255248154129noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6142743576584523533.post-65225187465665255482010-07-14T10:02:19.030-06:002010-07-14T10:02:19.030-06:00@ Lorelei: that's hilarious!@ Lorelei: that's hilarious!cheesecakelovernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6142743576584523533.post-42427913817703475042009-09-16T18:23:41.883-06:002009-09-16T18:23:41.883-06:00hahahaha! i saw you on womanist musings and follow...hahahaha! i saw you on womanist musings and followed you here.<br /><br />i know this is an old post, but this reminded me so much of a story in my family. when my dad's little cousin (Camelia) was a child, maybe six years old, her mother went out to the market to grab some stuff (this was in Romania in the 50s, so it wasn't strange to leave your kids like that). anyway Camelia had a habit of bothering the cat, and her mother felt bad for the cat and told her that if she touches it, a mark will appear on the kitty's back so she would be able to tell that she bothered it.<br /><br />when Camelia's mom came back from the market, the cat had a bald spot on its back because she had touched the cat, and from fear her mother would find out from the mark that would appear on its back, she shaved its back. :-PLoreleihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08795120830948927821noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6142743576584523533.post-77414094283831930752009-04-03T16:12:00.000-06:002009-04-03T16:12:00.000-06:00I love how the stanzas on touching yourself and ki...I love how the stanzas on touching yourself and kissing a boy are so casually interchanged with stanzas about killing moths and crossing your eyes. Fabulous!Lizzaynoreply@blogger.com