“Unveiling Vulnerability: Discover the Hidden Layers of Feminism in Marianna Marlowe’s Captivating Memoir”
I am older than Marianne Marlowe, and lived thousands of miles away, yet experiences in my life resonate with hers. Raised on the conservative Iron Range of Minnesota, I was taught women could never work in the local Iron ore mines, because they could not do “Men’s work;” that women stayed home and were wives and mothers; and that girls were to “do what I tell you because I said so;” not get too loud, and be “good girls” (read: do what society expects, and don’t stand out). The messages were, keep your legs together, learn to run and walk like a girl, and pretend boys are better than you at whatever you are good at. If I had evidence of someone trying to kidnap me, my father would have blamed me, told me he was ashamed of me for getting myself into that situation, and exploded in anger. I would never have revealed an episode like this either.
