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When A Story Is So True That You Puke In Your Mouth
Introducing Louise Moulin
I’m referring to Louise’s Wicked Stepfather: Living in the ogre’s house.
I highlighted a lot of her piece. Here’s one snippet.
In the seventies, it was still legal to rape your wife and smack your little girl. The girls do the dishes and the boys mow the lawns. Raised Catholic, God was a man, Jesus was a man. The politicians were men. The priest was a man, and the nuns were beneath the priests. Men watch sports and women bake scones.
I was raised Methodist, and we made biscuits instead of scones, because, ya know, southern. But the rest is all the same. Which just goes to show what we women have been saying all along…
Same shit, different day, different time zone.
It matters not your age, your race, or what part of the world you were born into. Women are the Welcome mats of the world. Wipe your feet on us. It’s okay. We were told growing up that if we cried, “That isn’t very pretty.” Yes, I was told that. By a woman, no less.
But the collective “they” didn’t know any better. That’s just how it was back then.
