It's This No-nonsense Side Of Women That

The System - The American One, At Least - Is A Vast And Noble Experiment. It Has Been Polestar And Exemplar For Other Nations. But From Kindergarten Until She Graduates From College The Girl Is Treated In It Exactly Like Her Brothers. She Studies The Same Subjects, Becomes Proficient At The Same Sports. Oh, It Is A Magnificent Lore She Learns, Education For The Mind Beyond Anything Jane Austen Or Saint Theresa Or Even Mrs. Pankhurst Ever Dreamed. It Is Truly Utopian. But Utopia Was Never Meant To Exist On This Disheveled Planet.

Mere Wealth, I Am Above It, / It Is The Reputation Wide, / The Playwright's Pomp, The Poet's Pride / That Eagerly I Covet.

Of The Small Gifts Of Heaven, / It Seems To Me A More Than Equal Share / At Birth Was Given / To Girls With Curly Hair.

When Blithe To Argument I Come, Though Armed With Facts, And Merry, May Providence Protect Me From The Fool As Adversary, Whose Mind To Him A Kingdom Is Where Reason Lacks Dominion, Who Calls Conviction Prejudice And Prejudice Opinion.

The Knowingness Of Little Girls, Is Hidden Underneath Their Curls.