tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post5855679151863354750..comments2024-03-29T09:08:05.850+00:00Comments on THE SMALL THINGS: The art of ease; or, the state of the female nation; or, my rant for the day.Tania Kindersleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18355967725006605825noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-21439985648265546632009-04-29T22:02:00.000+01:002009-04-29T22:02:00.000+01:00suffer in silence, isnt that the motto? my mother ...suffer in silence, isnt that the motto? my mother always told me, and still does, "please dont become like me when you grow up" (direct trans from urdu). she always told us to be the opposite of what and whom she was- she suffered in silence all her life. beautiful, gorgeous, always smiling. never revealing anything to us kids or her parents. (apparently ruth reichl has written a book about this- "not becoming my mother", but, after reichl wrote "comfort me with apples", i lost respect for her. i just dont like the genre of books in which authors open up their lives- about their affairs etc, etc.) my aunt is british, and she is also a part of the cultural kaleidoscope of british women- suffering in silence. i hope the new generation will change.exromanahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16977229146981593827noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1365244084462704027.post-69959350510663119852009-03-30T19:07:00.000+01:002009-03-30T19:07:00.000+01:00I suspect we are not applauded because no one real...I suspect we are not applauded because no one realises we do anything, precisely because we always do. If we were to stop for a while and then re-start <B>then</B> we would get acknowledged, but until there is no loo-roll, clean shirts, tickets booked, milk etc, etc it just ain't going to happen. (I got a very high mark in my Cynicism A'level)Titian redhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17130121166864903946noreply@blogger.com