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“At a crucial point in my early twenties, being able to end a pregnancy had restored to me what I regarded as a normal life. I remember that it saved me.”

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In the Darkroom

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Susan Faludi
Susan Faludi

Susan Faludi is an American journalist and author known for her profound analysis of gender, cultural, and political issues. Born on April 18, 1959, she graduated from Columbia University and worked as a journalist for publications such as The New Yorker and Time Magazine. Her works include 'Stiffed: The Betrayal of the American Man' and 'The Breakdown of American Family: The Decline of the American Dream', the latter of which won the Pulitzer Prize. more

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