J K Rowling woke me up

J K Rowling woke me up. In my far-flung corner of rural Wales, I’d been complacent and comfortable. Raising a family, then home educating my children and getting back into work, I’d filed away women’s rights as safe and secure. I had taught my children about the suffragettes and women’s liberation, explaining how far women had come. Women had choice now. We could have a career in pretty much any area we wanted, reject marriage and motherhood if it wasn’t for us, live independently and didn’t need to rely on men anymore.

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