RoseZ's Search for Woman's Idenity: wk. Four= F-word,Chapter 4, FIFE, Chapter 4

Sunday, February 15, 2009

wk. Four= F-word,Chapter 4, FIFE, Chapter 4

F-Word, chapter 4= covers the gap that is growing between the generations of feminists of a few decades ago and the women of today. Many of the problems have changed, yet look on the surface the same. The problems facing the young women of today are different and much more complex than at an earlier time. The issues need careful study and need to be approached with the idea of solving the problems completely, not just placing a bandage over them. So, many women's issues get a thought, but not complete and careful study by the "men" people in charge of making any changes.

FIFE, chapter 4=encourages education for critical consciousness. No one can learn to much. There is always new ideas that require thought and consideration.

Women's Studies are the future of the Feminist Movement, classes and institutionalization of the gender issues will give the arguments a firmer foundation and support. Education of its members will give the women's movement new and needed strength.

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I am Woman Helen Reddy 1975

Helen Reddy "I Am Woman!" I am woman, hear me roar In numbers too big to ignore And I know too much to go back an' pretend 'cause I've been down there on the floor No one's ever gonna keep me down again CHORUS: Oh yes I am wise But it's wisdom born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to, I can do anything I am strong (strong) I am invincible (invincible) I am woman You can bend but never break me 'cause it only serves to make me More determined to achieve my final goal And I come back even stronger Not a novice any longer 'cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul CHORUS: I am woman watch me grow See me standing toe to toe As I spread my lovin' arms across the land But I'm still an embryo With a long long way to go Until I make my brother understand Oh yes I am wise But it's wisdowm born of pain Yes, I've paid the price But look how much I gained If I have to I can face anything I am strong (strong) I am invincible (invincible) I am woman Oh, I am woman I am invincible I am strong FADE I am woman I am invincible I am strong I am woman

l Reasons for fighting for birth control /Margaret Sanger

"I looked out my window and down upon the dimly lighted city. Its pains and griefs crowded in upon me, a moving picture rolled before my eyes with photographic clearness: women writhing in travail to bring forth little babies; the babies themselves naked and hungry, wrapped in newspapers to keep them from the cold; six-year-old children with pinched, pale, wrinkled faces, old in concentrated wretchedness, pushed into gray and fetid cellars, crouching on stone floors, their small scrawny hands scuttling through rags, making lamp shades, artificial flower; white coffins, black coffins, coffins interminably passing in never-ending succession. The sense piled one upon another aon another. I could bear it no longer... I went to bed, knowing that no matter what it might cost, I was finished with palliatives and superficial cures; I was resolved to seek out the root of evil, to do something to change the destiny of mothers whose miseries were vast as the sky." Margaret Sanger; recalling the death of a New York City woman who begged Sanger for the "secret" of preventing pregnancy.

Another Reason for fighting for birth control

Margaret Sanger's mother was pregnant eighteen times: eleven children, seven miscarriages, and was dead at age forty-nine. This is not an uncommon story in the nineteenth-century America. Sanger became an obstetrical nurse...on the Lower East Side of New York, where birth control was simply not available for the poor immigrant women there, and she saw one too many women go to the back alley for an abortion or self-abort with a knitting needle or a shoe hook or undiluted Lysol, and woman after woman literally died in my ;grandmother's arms and ;she said enough, there's got to be something better we can do. quoted from Alex Sanger; Margaret Sanger's grandson.