Dearest P,
Seems my fellow feminists are quite unhappy that Sandra Day O’Connor has decided to retire, in large part b/c she plans to spend some time caring for her husband, ill with Alzheimer’s disease. It occurs to me, P, this may be the reason we give for NOT retiring when our husbands need us in old age.
At the risk of boring you again with my only "this close to greatness tale," I remind you yet again that I will never forget the day dear Justic O’Connor handed me a towel in the shower room after our aerobics class in the Supreme Court Building. No, I wasn’t her clerk, but a lowly college intern in the Department of Documentary History. Her gracious gesture made clear that, at least for the moment, she was one of us.
Truly a cautionary tale. What if, dear P, just as we are ready to fly far away from homebound tentacles, a spouse claims some lingering malady requiring our constant attention? Though our instinct may be to lend them a hand, I warn you, dear comrade, against such action. We may justifiably resist such a notion and speak loudly and often about furthering the cause of our daughters in the world. We must remain too busy, if not truly gainfully employed, to notice. After all, if we can’t be as clueless as the men, how can we possibly keep up with them?
Faithfully,
C.
