The Great Clean-Out continues. The latest project has been to sort the text books I packed away in the in-laws shed when the Big T and I went to England in 1991.
This pile brought back memories of warm spring days spent listening to music and “swotting” for an exam on Feminist Theory.
Annie Lennox and Aretha Franklin’s Sisters Are Doin’ It For Themselves may have lacked the intellectual rigor of the post-structuralist feminists in whose articles and papers I struggled to find enlightenment and pithy soundbites to impress the examiners, but it’s simple optimism brought joy to my heart. Still does.