traditional-female-roles

I once asked her if she was happy. __hat depends on what I am able to get done today,_ she said, laughing. She told me that the completion of her daily tasks was the only thing she felt she had control over. They were a form of meditation, of salve. Kept busy, she had no time to ruminate and no time for opinions, certainly not feminist ones. I pressed her: __ mean, are you happy with your life, Rajima?_ __ don__ know,_ she said uncomfortably, as if she__ never really considered such a question. __hen there is little you can do, you do what you can._ Happiness for my grandmother seemed to be a verb rather than a noun. She had so little control over her own life. Yet she took control, out of thin air for herself, when she could.

As long as fathers rule but do not nurture, as long as mothers nurture but do not rule, the conditions favoring the development of father-daughter incest will prevail.