A self portrait of Mary Stevenson Cassatt, 1844-1926, she is one of my favorite artists.
The summer is officially over, school has started. Even though the day time temperatures are still warm, there is a hint of autumn in the air, or is it the anticipation of autumn that we feel?
Before I moved I had a last meeting with a group of great ladies I have been in an Oprah book club group with for 2 1/2 years. Their were only 5 of us, but what an eclectic group we were, but we bonded greatly, our differences made us better, it also made for great book discussions. At the last meeting we discussed over IHOP pancakes and eggs, the book Middlesex. Middlesex written by Jeffrey Eugenides is a book about a hermaphrodite. What do most of us really know about this subject? Not much! Most of us in the book group agreed that this was not a book we would have normally read, but we were glad we did. The book is more than a story about this little girl growing up thinking she is a girl, when she is really more boy. It's more a story about becoming who you know you really are, being that person that you know you are in your mind and in your feelings and emotions, and having the determination to live it out in the everyday. I find it interesting that the parents were unawares that their "daughter" that had growing facial hair, a deep voice, and puberty that did not blossom into a young female, they did not realize what was going on. But I believe this is often true of parents, we do not see, because we do not want to see. The best discussion question that we debated was really from one of our members husbands that often joined us in our meetings; the question was does society determine masculine and feminine? We believe the answer is yes. We also believe society is harder on males to be masculine that it is females to be feminine. Women are praised for being assertive, aggresive, independent, which were once upon a time more male characteristics. But, men are still to be, well, masculine. Women are still looked upon to be the dominant care givers, but I've known some men, some fathers that were much better as care givers. I will miss my book club friends, thank you Yvonne, Ruth, Wayne, Elizabeth, and Kathy.