I have a room of my own. The smallest in the house. I can see the garden and the seasons changing in front of my window. Sometimes, all the seasons pass in a single day. There is one bookshelf full of books and pictures line the walls. These pictures have been carefully curated and hung … Continue reading A Room of One’s Own Revisited
Tag: domesticity
Pasta
You fail every day to make them feminist men, The domestic is boring and nothing to them. Food on their plates, clean clothes in their drawers, Warm beds to sleep in and hoovered bedroom floors. You’ve created two Princelings, spoiled rotten boys, When you ask them for help all they hear is white noise. This … Continue reading Pasta
Barefoot Sociologist 