I recently had lunch in a room full of women who sport a great deal more grey hair and wrinkles than I. When counting birthdays, most of them have long since passed the umpteenth celebration of their 39th birthdays and are proud to declare their actual age. Seventy-nine, 83, 98 – however many birthdays have passed is an achievement and the next one is a goal.
Today, we’re starting a new, weekly series of posts which will seek to spark lively discussions and raucous debates surrounding well-known and worthy books on feminism. Each weekly read will range from classics (like this week’s selection) to more contemporary works, with topics to include everything from the definition of feminism to its intersection with other famous “-isms” to the third-wave movement to the patriarchy to double-standards in sexuality to sexism in the media to porn to the legitimacy of “masculism.” There is clearly an expansive, varied tract of topics to cover, so, in the immortal lyrics of Madonna’s Vogue: “Don’t just stand there, let’s get to it.” Read More FemLit: Virginia Woolf’s A Room of One’s Own