For A Mother The Project

I Have Been Asked, Politely And Not So Politely, Why I Am Myself. This Is An Accounting Any Woman Will Be Called On To Give If She Asserts Her Will.

Male Supremacy Is Fused Into The Language, So That Every Sentence Both Heralds And Affirms It.

In This Society, The Norm Of Masculinity Is Phallic Aggression. Male Sexuality Is, By Definition, Intensely And Rigidly Phallic. A Man's Identity Is Located In His Conception Of Himself As The Possessor Of A Phallus; A Man's Worth Is Located In His Pride In Phallic Identity. The Main Characteristic Of Phallic Identity Is That Worth Is Entirely Contingent On The Possession Of A Phallus. Since Men Have No Other Criteria For Worth, No Other Notion Of Identity, Those Who Do Not Have Phalluses Are Not Recognized As Fully Human.

Being A Jew, One Learns To Believe In The Reality Of Cruelty And One Learns To Recognize Indifference To Human Suffering As A Fact.

Feminist Art Is Not Some Tiny Creek Running Off The Great River Of Real Art. It Is Not Some Crack In An Otherwise Flawless Stone. It Is, Quite Spectacularly I Think, Art Which Is Not Based On The Subjugation Of One Half Of The Species. It Is Art Which Will Take The Great Human Themes -love, Death, Heroism, Suffering, History Itself -and Render Them Fully Human. It May Also, Though Perhaps Our Imaginations Are So Mutilated Now That We Are Incapable Even Of The Ambition, Introduce A New Theme, One As Great And As Rich As Those Others -should We Call It Joy?