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“As a woman who is from a working-class background, I was aware, growing up, how little was expected of me in terms of achievement. It was assumed by my teachers that, like other girls, I too might go into teaching, or train as a nurse (not a doctor), or get a job to bide my time till marriage. Ambition was for others. It was not for the working class. It was not for working-class women. This has nothing to do with genetics. Nothing to do with individual attributes or interests. Nothing to do with what’s natural. It is about social circumstances. It is about socially engineered inequality. The unscientific lie that all women are inferior to men, that most men are inferior to other men, that non-whites are inferior to whites is a tidy but simple-minded way to avoid any kind of social justice. These are not ‘hard truths’. They are lies.”

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Jeanette Winterson
Jeanette Winterson

Jeanette Winterson is a renowned British author known for her distinctive literary style and profound social commentary. Her works span a wide range of themes, including novels, essays, and poetry. Winterson's novel 'Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit' is a story about growth, faith, and sexuality that has received widespread acclaim. more

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