the Lady who lost it

Enough for archive-digging, right? I have my journalistic duties to write on, write regularly. But then does that mean I have to think and feel regularly? So as to draw from an internal well of thought and emotion? Well, of course I think and feel all the time. (imagine I was able to record my conscious mind minute by minute, how contradictory would that be. and who would have the time to decypher it and read it?) It's just a matter of how good the material is, to write, to let others know.

And look what I found:
"The most sublime creation of modern times is the ideal woman of the average man. She is a migratory bird, a sort of movable feast as it were."
This is from an article entitled 'The Ideal Woman', in the Bismarck Tribune of 1882.
(Don't ask me how I found it. I have my sources.)
It's funny to think that 120 years ago, people called the times they were living in, 'modern times'. And there was an 'ideal woman', brought on by these modern times. And she was in the continual act of changing. I wonder what the ideal woman of our age is, for the average man, whatever that is. I wonder if I fit that definition in any sense. I might have made a perfect Victorian lady though. I'd sit at home and play the piano, read books, speak many languages, go out for walks in the country and converse with my husband. And sooner or later I'd feel suffocated, a foreigner to my own life, I'd turn inward and produce works of literature not much different from Kate Chopin's or Emily Dickinson's. It's astounding how one can see herself living in another time, another place, and still cannot imagine a way out of her own personality.


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