My sister hates the name Post Picket Fence.
She is disappointed that since she can’t “get it” neither will any women in Iowa. (I unfortunately said, “I don’t think I know any women in Iowa so I guess I don’t care.” It was, um, state-ist, I think, and completely beside the point.)
She wants so badly to support me.
When I explained (and felt badly having to do so) the myriad of meanings that “post” have been applied to – post-feminism, post-modernism, post-menopausal, post-partum – she came around to my Post. My life after the Picket Fence.
She said, So, what now?
What now, said I.
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