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“And that's the point; not even girls want to be girls so long as our feminine archetype lacks force, strength and power. Not wanting to be girls, they don't want to be tender, submissive, peace-loving as good women are. Women's strong qualities have become despised because of their week ones.”

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Jill Lepore
Jill Lepore

Jill Lepore is a distinguished professor of American history at Harvard University, known for her expertise in American history and literature. Born on August 27, 1966, she has made significant contributions to the field with her extensive research and publications. Lepore's work often focuses on the intersection of history, politics, and culture, offering insightful analyses of American society and its development. more

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