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“There’s a price to be paid when you raise your daughter to be nice, and she’s not the only one who’s going to pay it. You’ll be right there beside her, trapped by inconvenience, inflexibility and double standards.”

Quote by Gina Barreca

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Gina Barreca
Gina Barreca

Gina Barreca is a renowned American professor, born in 1957. Her academic contributions are primarily focused on women's studies, literary criticism, and cultural theory. more

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