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History Lesson
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...I remember my father teaching me how to fix my own car, because it was clear from a young age that I would never have a chance to marry and thus have a husband to properly do these things for me.
...I remember my father teaching me how to fix my own car, because it was clear from a young age that I would never have a chance to marry and thus have a husband to properly do these things for me.
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It was 1980, the spring of my junior year in high school. My parents would not talk with me about college or even fill out a FAFSA with me. I sought out the guidance counselor to find out what my options might be.
I got no help from him or the teachers in the Social Studies department either. Then, I decided to consult my parent's lawyer; hoping to get some real guidance there. He was just as helpful as everyone else had been.
I got married and had three sons. Welcome to the modern world of gender equality.
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