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| Reblogged from Lavender Labia |
My mother doesn't know who she is. I was talking with her last night about the various costumes people wore to my Halloween party, and when I said that my housemate's friend dressed up as Rosie the Riveter, she said, "Who?"
"[My housemate]'s friend," I repeated, thinking she missed the subject of the sentence.
"No," she replied, "what did she dress up as?"
"Rosie the Riveter."
"I don't know who that is."
"'We can do it?' Women going to work in the factories while their husbands were away fighting in WWII? The feminist icon?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
*headdesk*
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