Cultural Myths About Women and Men
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Iron Lung
• 'This is the kind we like best. They have a certain gaiety to them, a power of invention, they don't care what people think. They have escaped, though what it is they've escaped from isn't clear to us. We think that their bizarre costumes, their verbal tics, are chosen, and that when the time comes we also will be free to choose.' P. 5
• 'Our mouths are tough, crayon-red, shiny as nails.' P. 4
• 'How we giggled, with repugnance and delight, when we found the wax her older sisters used on their legs, congealed in a little pot, stuck full of bristles. The grotesqueries of the body were always of interest to her.' P. 7
Silver Paper
• 'I am a believer in sensible choices, so different from many of my own. Also in sensible names for children, because look what happened to Cordelia.' P. 15
• 'I even put that on my passport, in a moment of bravado, since the other choice would have been housewife. It's an unlikely thing for me to have become; on some days it still makes me cringe. P. 15
• 'But also I'm cheesed off because the Art Gallery if Ontario wouldn't do it. Their bias is towards dead, foreign men.' P. 16
• 'I want some friends, friends who would be girls. Girl friends. I know that these exist, having read about them in books, but I've never read had any girl friends because I've never been in one place long enough.' P. 31
• 'Mine is about two children who live in a white house with ruffled curtains, a front lawn, and a picket fence. The father goes to work, the mother wears a dress and an apron, and the children play ball on the lawn with their dog and cat. Nothing in these stories is anything like my life.' P. 32
• 'This is the elegant, delicate picture I have in my mind, about the other little girls.' P. 33
• 'At first I found the thought of my own room exciting- an empty space to be arranged as I wanted, without regard to Stephen and his strewn clothes and wooden guns- but now I'm lonely.' P. 37
• 'But this takes a lot longer than I
Iron Lung
• 'This is the kind we like best. They have a certain gaiety to them, a power of invention, they don't care what people think. They have escaped, though what it is they've escaped from isn't clear to us. We think that their bizarre costumes, their verbal tics, are chosen, and that when the time comes we also will be free to choose.' P. 5
• 'Our mouths are tough, crayon-red, shiny as nails.' P. 4
• 'How we giggled, with repugnance and delight, when we found the wax her older sisters used on their legs, congealed in a little pot, stuck full of bristles. The grotesqueries of the body were always of interest to her.' P. 7
Silver Paper
• 'I am a believer in sensible choices, so different from many of my own. Also in sensible names for children, because look what happened to Cordelia.' P. 15
• 'I even put that on my passport, in a moment of bravado, since the other choice would have been housewife. It's an unlikely thing for me to have become; on some days it still makes me cringe. P. 15
• 'But also I'm cheesed off because the Art Gallery if Ontario wouldn't do it. Their bias is towards dead, foreign men.' P. 16
• 'I want some friends, friends who would be girls. Girl friends. I know that these exist, having read about them in books, but I've never read had any girl friends because I've never been in one place long enough.' P. 31
• 'Mine is about two children who live in a white house with ruffled curtains, a front lawn, and a picket fence. The father goes to work, the mother wears a dress and an apron, and the children play ball on the lawn with their dog and cat. Nothing in these stories is anything like my life.' P. 32
• 'This is the elegant, delicate picture I have in my mind, about the other little girls.' P. 33
• 'At first I found the thought of my own room exciting- an empty space to be arranged as I wanted, without regard to Stephen and his strewn clothes and wooden guns- but now I'm lonely.' P. 37
• 'But this takes a lot longer than I