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		<title>Destination: Afghanistan</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2006/08/24/afghanistan_52/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 24 Aug 2006 11:30:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Westerners who came here in the '70s left magnificent travel writing that captured the rugged, captivating land before war tore it apart.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Unless you are one of those intrepid Japanese who turn up occasionally here as in the remotest of places, chances are that you're not visiting Afghanistan as a tourist. There hasn't been much of that since the early '70s, when shaggy young Westerners made their way through Afghanistan en route to India, smoking hash and buying those bulky embroidered sheepskin coats that still lurk in vintage stores back home. </p><p>Today most foreign visitors either have a job to do or are visiting expat friends. And it may feel self-indulgent to travel for pleasure in Afghanistan now -- why aren't you helping the poor or starting a business and working six days a week like the other internationals? </p><p>It shouldn't. The country badly needs tourism to bring cash to the provinces, especially isolated, mountainous areas unlikely ever to develop other legitimate sources of income. While many visitors are under the impression that Kabul is safer than the outlying provinces, the reverse is usually the case. Common sense would dictate staying out of actual war zones -- these days, that's Helmand and Kandahar provinces -- but after six trips to Afghanistan and visits to 42 other countries, I'd say that the 10 Afghan provinces I've visited are no more dangerous than rural South America or Africa, places that routinely attract determined visitors. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2006/08/24/afghanistan_52/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>One spends, the other doesn&#8217;t</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2006/03/13/women_money/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 13 Mar 2006 12:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Two new books promise to help women come to terms with money but instead sink into hysterical left-wing cliches about the gender gap and consumerism.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There's a newish genre of books that aim to position a big, common, ancient human problem -- how to love or eat or invest or run a business wisely -- as specific to women, and then tell women how to solve it. Some of these books are transparently commercial. And why not? It's a no-brainer to target female readers. That's why we don't have gender-inspecific titles like "The French Don't Get Fat" and "Your Lover Just Isn't That Into You." The more interesting of the group are sincere, motivated by passion of one kind or another, but so obsessed with the idea that the problem in question is a female problem that they ignore the very facts that could help everyone solve it. </p><p>Journalist Liz Perle's "Money, a Memoir" is a case in point. The crucial error occurs very early in the book. After recounting the end of her first marriage, she describes her long-delayed "examination of my convoluted relationship with money" at the age of 42. "[That examination] ultimately lead[s] to my conversations with hundreds of other women," she continues. "When it comes to money, women everywhere have so many fears and fantasies in common." Huh? How did we go from Perle's anxieties and issues to surveys of hundreds of women? In the next 240 pages, she never convinced me that women have any more convoluted relationships with money than men do, or even that her relationship with money has much to do with her being female. Don't people everywhere have fears and fantasies in common having to do with money? But that observation wouldn't necessarily sell books. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2006/03/13/women_money/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Making love across generations</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2006/01/30/marlowe_5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jan 2006 11:32:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In an excerpt from her new memoir, Ann Marlowe ponders why she has been drawn to romances with much older -- and younger -- men.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I daydreamed that winter about a future with Amir, our difference in age loomed far more ominously for me than our difference in background. It wasn't just the fact that I had to have a child soon or not at all, while in my view, Amir wasn't anywhere close to ready for fatherhood. It was in a lot of little things, like the way he was still surrounded by his Princeton crowd, the way he spoke about the joys of "partying," the many experiences he hadn't had that were already old for me. But at the same time, our ten-year gap in age went some way toward making our romance possible. </p><p>It was a tremendous thrill knowing that Amir, at thirty four, was as crazy about me physically as I was about him. At forty four I could see signs of decay in my body even if he could not, even if those who saw us together could not. But most of what I've loved about being with younger men, including him, hasn't been reassurance about my looks. The real joy is in being able to be more emotionally generous. Because it is not so deadly serious, because I don't think in terms of marrying these men, because I am not trying so hard, I can be the flexible, reasonable and solicitious woman that I wish I were all the time. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2006/01/30/marlowe_5/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The rules of attraction</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/09/06/bushnell_3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Sep 2005 17:52:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The women in Candace Bushnell's new novel are rich, smart, hardworking lovelies. So why do they need men to dominate them?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"What is it with S/M? Since I got divorced, every woman I've dated has wanted me to tie her up or spank her. Is it something about me or is this what women want these days?" My friend Bill is a cultivated, mild-mannered blazer and khaki pants kind of guy in his late 40s, and his girlfriends tend to be 30-ish bankers or lawyers as buttoned-down and Upper East Side-looking as he is. I understood Bill's confusion, but I tried to explain. </p><p> Almost any woman Bill would date in New York would be up for some highly stylized submission. These women are tired of androgyny, sick of men who treat them like pals. And they want to feel the boot occasionally. The wish to be dominated doesn't extend to important stuff, however, like choosing restaurants and movies. As my friend John says, American women want to be "forced" to do the things they already want to do. It's sexy to be tied up and kissed, but boring to be dragged along for an afternoon of auto parts shopping. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/09/06/bushnell_3/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The ideas that conquered the world</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/02/05/neocon_reader/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2005 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA["The Neocon Reader"  is must reading for liberal losers who want to get their mojo back.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Why should liberal readers dip into this sampling of the other side's ideology? To save themselves. Earnestly, to remind themselves of what it might be like to offer a coherent program again. Cynically, to figure out how the other guys did it. I'm more or less a neocon myself (more libertarian on economic and drug issues, more conservative on some cultural issues) so I find both the substance and the rhetoric of many of the articles here inspiring. But even those who don't might admire the imagination, forthrightness and clarity of most of the contributors. </p><p> If you're old enough to have followed politics in the '70s, you'll remember that liberals used to be the exciting ones. They were more open-minded, more imaginative and, well, sexier than conservatives. And one big reason Bush won in 2004 was that many of us who were ambivalent about the man and his politics -- I voted for Gore in 2000 -- found the Democrats and their candidate smugly self-righteous, prissy and joyless. Sure, red-staters can be smug, too, but it's as incongruous in liberals as it is in garage bands. My liberal friends asked how I could support the candidate of the Christian right, but Kerry came off as so plastic and corporate, so backpedaling and two-faced, that by election night I felt that wearing a Bush button was a punk rock gesture. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/02/05/neocon_reader/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;The Fall of Baghdad&#8221; by Jon Lee Anderson</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2004/10/19/baghdad_11/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2004 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The New Yorker correspondent witnessed the fall of Saddam  and the beginning of the uprising. But  he fails to explore the destruction Saddam did to the souls of his people.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You'd guess it less and less from the news, but it's easy to become infatuated with Iraq. As a measure of my own fascination, my heart leapt when I saw "Baghdad" on the departures board at Dubai Airport two weeks ago, although I was on my way to my first love among war zones, Afghanistan. Iraq felt like a might-have-been great romance. And I was not alone: One of my embedded reporter friends was nearly on the verge of tears when he left in May 2003 after two months of sand, heat and shooting. Baghdad is ugly and polluted and the situation continues to deteriorate. Yet journalists I know have returned again and again. </p><p> What grabbed us is the people, their warmth and paradoxical openness. They can give of themselves fully. My driver in Baghdad -- everyone I knew there, and Jon Lee Anderson, too, bonded with their driver -- spoke to me about his life. It felt no different from listening to a good friend. I am sure there are thoughts he did not want to share with an American, a non-Muslim and a woman, but he shared his feelings. This is a trait I've noticed in Afghans, too, and I've come to the conclusion that it is the one positive effect of living under oppressive or corrupt governments. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2004/10/19/baghdad_11/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Burqas and ballots</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2004/10/08/afghanistan_41/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 08 Oct 2004 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In one of the most male-dominated nations on earth, Afghan vice presidential candidate Shafiqa Habibi doesn't play second fiddle to anyone.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Perhaps the best summary I heard of next week's Afghan presidential election came from one of the freshman boys I've been teaching English to at Herat University. "It is unfair, but we must say it is fair, because it is our first election. Karzai will win because the Americans want him to win." </p><p>Sitting presidents have an advantage everywhere in the world, but it is rarely as large as in media-poor Afghanistan. Most Afghans cannot read well enough to understand the newspapers, which are pitched to a high school reading level. In Ghor Province, Afghanistan's poorest, the mention of the word "rouznameh" (newspaper) produced blank stares, as well it might in a province where only a small percentage of the people outside the local capital can read. Together with small, colorful posters found even in village shops, radio and TV are the main sources of information (where there is reception). But in Herat, as in other provincial capitals, there is just one TV station. (The rich here, as elsewhere, have satellite TV.) Before President Karzai deposed local strongman Ismail Khan three weeks ago, the station showed all Khan, all the time. Now it shows a mixture of Kabul and local programming, but the Kabul news coverage is all Karzai, all the time. The other night, I watched nearly real-time coverage of Karzai's recent visit to the United Nations. None of the other 17 candidates for the presidency appeared at all. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2004/10/08/afghanistan_41/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Sex, violence and &#8220;The Arab Mind&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2004 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I still support the war in Iraq, but we need to rid ourselves of our perverse myths about Middle Eastern men and women.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"The notion that Arabs are particularly vulnerable to sexual humiliation became a talking point among pro-war Washington conservatives in the months before the March, 2003, invasion of Iraq. One book that was frequently cited was 'The Arab Mind,' a study of Arab culture and psychology, first published in 1973, by Raphael Patai ... The book includes a 25-page chapter on Arabs and sex, depicting sex as a taboo vested with shame and repression ... The Patai book, an academic told me, was 'the bible of the neocons on Arab behavior.'"
<p align="right">-- Seymour M. Hersh, <a target="new" href="http://www.newyorker.com/fact/content/?040524fa_fact">the New Yorker,</a> May 24. </p><p> Poolside in Baghdad last June, I told some American journalists that I thought Iraqi men were pretty cute. They thought I was joking. The invective exploded: "Fat, sexist Arabs" was the party line. I was shocked, not least because these same reporters routinely criticized the American occupation for treating Iraqis poorly. And I was hurt, too. Many Iraqis looked like my own people. They looked like Jews. If Arabs are fat and sexist, what are they saying about Jews behind my back? Slurs against Arabs are, after all, just another form of anti-Semitism. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2004/06/08/arab_mind/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;Civilization and Its Enemies&#8221; by Lee Harris</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2004 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a brilliant response to the quandaries of 9/11, a ferociously independent thinker argues that only the United States has the moral credibility to lead.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I am exasperated by some stupidity or cupidity in the Third World, I sometimes find myself thinking how much simpler it would be if we just gave them all statehood. Yes, just invite them into the United States -- the annoying countries with oil, the annoying countries without oil, the ones where Christians and animists are killing each other, the ones where Muslims and Christians are killing each other, the ones where Muslims and animists are killing each other, and even the small charming countries that do not exasperate -- if they want to join. </p><p> Half their people want to come here anyway; instead of worrying about visas and quotas and green cards and policing our borders, we could make there become a lot more like here, with decent-paying jobs and free public education and the rule of law and freedom of speech and the newspapers to prove it, with driver's licenses and auto insurance and real roads and building permits and trash pickup and all of the rest of it. Farewell to child labor, honor killings, female infanticide, illiteracy, casual bribery. Liberals will have to stop whining about wars for oil, because the oil will be ours, and conservatives will have to stop whining about foreign aid, which won't be foreign anymore. European intellectuals will have to stop comparing Ariel Sharon to Hitler, because the Palestinians will have a state, and it will be one of ours. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2004/02/25/harris_10/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The hypocrite of Kabul</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2003 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Norwegian journalist Asne Seierstad parachuted into Afghanistan and told the West exactly what it wanted to hear about that nation's women. The truth, as usual, is more complicated.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> There's only one country foreigners write more self-righteous, intellectually assured rubbish about than Afghanistan: ours. To any American who's been asked overseas whether we all -- depending on gender -- wear miniskirts or carry guns, the lurid colors and broad brushstrokes of most journalism about Afghanistan should look familiar. Afghan men, we've been reminded over and over, are savage warriors, jealous of their honor, harsh to their long-suffering women, fanatically religious. And Afghan women -- forced to wear the burqa and be virtual slaves to their husbands -- deserve our pity. </p><p> The reality, when I made two trips to Afghanistan in 2002 to teach English and buy supplies for schools, was otherwise. From schoolboys at play to university students, Cabinet ministers to legendary commanders, Afghans were quieter, gentler and more self-contained than Americans. One young man confided that to him and his friends in northern Afghanistan, Americans' body language and loud voices seemed exaggerated, like the gestures of stage actors. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2003/11/17/kabul_3/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>No intercourse, please &#8212; we&#8217;re enlightened</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2003/10/01/marlowe_4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Oct 2003 19:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Sensitive, feminized and resentful, today's young men no longer have the sexual authority to please a woman -- no matter how much oral sex they perform.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It was after seeing <a href="/ent/movies/review/2003/08/20/thirteen/index.html">"Thirteen"</a> and noticing the display rack of handcuffs at Sam Goody on Sixth Avenue that it hit me: The polymorphously perverse, gender-is-just-a-construct future that radical feminists and academics used to dream of has actually arrived. Men no longer have any authority, either in their own eyes or in women's, the genders are distinguished socially mainly by stuff they buy, and eroticism has fled from the bedroom to the store. It's sexier for most of us to go shopping than to make love, and so we do. As a friend said when I told her I'd spent much of the weekend in bed with a man, "Who has time for that? The weekend is the only chance I have to do my shopping." </p><p>And handcuffs -- well, seeing them at Sam Goody made me wistful. Once upon a time, you could still shock a guy by pulling them out. I suspect that there's a connection between the collapse of masculine authority and the mainstreaming of S/M; neither gender is too good at distinguishing power and authority, and nostalgia for male authority can translate into fetishizing symbols of power. Women secretly want men with authority, but they fall for insecure passive-aggressive guys who view every aspect of life as a power struggle, or for cranky killjoys or petty sadists. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2003/10/01/marlowe_4/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What&#8217;s wrong with American men and women?</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2003/07/29/kemal/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2003 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[My skillful Turkish bed mate told me, in vivid detail.
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"Fuck Allah. Fuck Mohammed." A smile played on Kemal's handsome, hard face, but his body was tense. Five minutes ago, he'd introduced himself and urged me to try an hors d'oeuvre at his friend's birthday party. Somehow we'd gotten onto Islam, and now this outburst. Most upper-class Turks I'd met were unsympathetic to religion, but Kemal's vehemence was unusual. Perhaps you had to have once really, really believed in your God to come to this point. </p><p>Kemal continued in his perfect, nuanced American School English, speaking of a loss of faith that had been spurred by reading Omar Khayyam, and I almost laughed. This reminded me of the last man I'd cared about, the only Muslim I'd ever dated. Amir had said he was a believer, but the two men shared a bedrock gravity and naivet&#233; about religion I'd never found in a Christian or Jew I had dated. Here was also a seriousness about the written word I could only envy as a writer. Oh, I could imagine a fundamentalist Christian turning against his upbringing and cursing Jesus, but I couldn't imagine it happening because of a poet. In Anglo-Saxon culture, poetry has not had such power for hundreds of years. But Muslims are people of the book, and as a student of Farsi I knew the centrality of poetry to Islam. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2003/07/29/kemal/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>As human as you and I</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2003/03/12/pro_clone/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 12 Mar 2003 20:21:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A proposed ban on reproductive cloning demonstrates our irrational fear of the unknown, not the vagaries of science.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"Images of a divided existence -- of Doppelgangers and Doubles -- become most compelling when family relationships are most upset." </p><p>That line from cultural critic Hillel Schwartz comes from his 1994 book, "The Culture of the Copy," but it speaks directly to the current controversy over human cloning. Late last month, the House of Representatives passed a bill that bans human cloning for both reproduction and stem-cell research. So irrational was the panic over cloning that an exception to the cloning bill for stem-cell research was also defeated. The bill is not likely to gather the necessary 60 Senate votes, largely because stem-cell research has many and eloquent defenders. But human reproductive cloning, currently ineligible for government funding, is likely to be banned in the near future. </p><p>This prospect, though expected, should not pass unremarked. As Schwartz implies, there is a large irrational element in our feelings about doubles and clones, and I would argue that the severity of the House bill -- those who defy the ban would be liable for a fine of $1 million and up to 10 years in prison -- has more to do with our fears than with public-policy objectives or science. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2003/03/12/pro_clone/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The all-too-female cluelessness of &#8220;I Don&#8217;t Know How She Does It&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/10/23/pearson/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Oct 2002 22:55:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When you make $750,000 a year, you don't sweat the domestic details. But the lastest hit novel about a miserable working mom is too ignorant and dishonest about money to deal with that.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That women have broken through the glass ceiling is one of the best-kept secrets in America -- even better kept than their success in combining executive life with motherhood. You wouldn't know about either if all you had to go by was the defeatist tone of most chick lit, including the widely hyped new British import "I Don't Know How She Does It" by Allison Pearson. In this faux diary's alternate reality, sexist comments and attitudes dominate business culture, working life with children is a nightmarish struggle, and women are wise to throw in the towel for full-time motherhood or scaled-down ambitions. </p><p> I say "alternate reality," because Fortune recently published its annual roundup of the 50 most powerful women in American business, and the roster of powerful corporations with female CEOs includes Kraft Foods, eBay, PepsiCo, Avon, Ogilvy & Mather Worldwide, Hearst Magazines, Lucent, Sanford C. Bernstein, MTV Networks Music Group, Time and Xerox. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/10/23/pearson/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Check, please</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/05/04/who_pays/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 04 May 2002 19:35:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Some argue that the convention of men paying for women is a harmless gallantry, like holding a door open.  I beg to differ.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lately, when I'm asked what I think a feminist is, I say, "someone who believes she should pay for her own dinner." Some people think this is such a tiny matter that it cannot be a way of answering the question; others laugh and ask what is so awful about having one's dinner paid for. To explain, I have to go back a couple of decades, to when I was 23 years old. </p><p>We were in a small Greenwich Village restaurant, my boyfriend Scott and I, and our conversation lagged as we waited for the check. You could get pasta and a salad here for under $10, and the room was pleasant enough, so the place was packed with people in their 20s. As we waited, I calculated my share of the bill, reassured that I'd still have enough for lunch tomorrow, the subway, the Wall Street Journal. Payday, I could not forget, was the day after that. </p><p>Every workday I bought the Journal because I couldn't take enough from any one paycheck to buy a subscription. I lived very modestly and close to the financial edge. I found this poverty as surprising as my friends did, for as a financial analyst at an investment bank, I made more money than most 23-year-olds. But even in those days 20 grand did not go far in New York. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/05/04/who_pays/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Why do women wed?</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2002/03/28/wifework/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 28 Mar 2002 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A new book argues that women put much more work into marriage than men do, and asks why they bother.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mother, I realized quite young, spent her day doing drudge work: the usual tasks of a suburban mother of two. My father commuted to glamourous Manhattan, where he moved important papers around in the elegant Chrysler Building. It was no contest. My brilliant and talented mother's daily life was so without dignity that I didn't so much resolve not to be a housewife as never even consider the possibility. But I was a child; I didn't view our family's situation in a cultural context until I read "The Feminine Mystique" in junior high school. While I was understandably bewildered by Betty Friedan's polemics on different sorts of orgasms, even at 12 I immediately recognized the truth in her depiction of the sorry lot of the housewife. </p><p> Susan Maushart's heartfelt and incendiary "Wifework: What Marriage Really Means For Women" is a brief against traditional marriage that took me back to the galvanizing effect of reading Friedan 30 years ago. Coming at a time when the 50 percent divorce rate in the United States, Great Britain and Australia shows no sign of falling, and 40 percent of divorces affect children not yet out of kindergarten, any discussion of reforming marriage is welcome. When President Bush finds it necessary to launch a $300 million initiative to promote wedlock among poor women, we have good reason to figure out if this institution is worth saving, and why. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/03/28/wifework/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The price of milk (and sex) in Cuba</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 07 Feb 2002 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[What is it about these poor countries? What savor do they offer us? Is it just the perfume of misery that makes us appreciate our own lives?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>What was that doing here? </p><p> He was scarcely even a puppy, a tiny black bit of fur the size of my own small hand, just able to walk across the beach. I scooped him up and turned around, looking for his owner. There was no one behind me, just the beach restaurant where my lunch had been cooked. It had been simple grilled fish with rice and a few tomato slices. The restaurant offered salt but no pepper or hot sauce -- expensive luxuries here. </p><p> Twenty feet in front of me, close to the turquoise sea, a group of Italian men with Cuban girls laughed and bantered. The men were 40-ish but fending off gravity better than most American males, and they didn't look bad in their bathing trunks. The women were spectacular in their tangas, not an ounce of fat on their 20-year-old bodies. They were ebony. There was an adage around that you heard once you'd been in Cuba a few times, that the Italian men always went for the really black Cubanas. What interested me about this was that in Italy, bourgeois Northern Italians will sneer at Sicily or even Naples as "Africa." </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2002/02/07/cuba_milk/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Bring back the draft</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2001/10/05/natnl_service/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Oct 2001 19:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Compulsory, nonmilitary national service would keep our newfound spirit of national unity alive.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Sept. 11 attacks have inspired tremendous volunteerism and charitable giving, demonstrating that Americans know that citizenship conveys obligations, especially in times of trouble. In the last few weeks, we have shown that we see ourselves as fellow-citizens, not merely fellow-consumers. We have shown that we value purposes and goals in life besides the pursuit of gain and status, and that both compassion and bravery might be among them. And in the media's overly emphatic insistence that life has changed, in the revulsion (how long will it last?) against the cynical commercialism and materialism of much of our culture, it is hard not to read a desperate wish that life <i>really</i> change; that we become a different, better people, more altruistic, more respectful of each other and less worshipful of money and success. </p><p> The problem is institutionalizing this knowledge so that even in prosperous, relatively tranquil years like the decade that just ended -- times that will likely come again -- we remember how to act together, with respect for our common good. While flags are still selling out, while Americans are still asking what they can do for their country, we should give serious thought to forging a more democratic, egalitarian, caring society by restoring the concept of compulsory national service. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2001/10/05/natnl_service/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wages of sin</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2000 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Are Candace Bushnell's heroines looking for love or practicing the world's oldest profession?
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Are all women whores? This question runs through <a href="/directory/topics/sex_and_the_city/">"Sex and the City"</a> author Candace Bushnell's second book, "4 Blondes," a collection of four novellas that is at first glance a salacious, glamorous portrait of upper-crust New York life, but on reflection a depressing reflection of mainstream American mores. Each of the four novellas centers on a blond who is what some in an earlier age would have called an adventuress, a woman prepared to trade herself and her integrity for money and position. (They are only incidentally blonds, by the way; the cutesy novella titles, each alluding to a different blond-making process, wear thin quickly.) </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2000/09/22/bushnell/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;Gig&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Jun 2000 19:02:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In an update of Studs Terkel's "Working," Americans tell all about the jobs they hate and love.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><b>M</b>atch the following quotes and occupations: </p><p>1) "I think that in part people are kept from becoming their dysfunctional selves by working for a corporation." </p><p>2) "I should go out and hike those hills and I should go for those walks while I'm still young -- while I can still do that kind of stuff -- instead of just sitting here wasting away." </p><p>3) "I'm, like, telling people to go fuck themselves on a daily basis. And that's because being in this job, you realize that money is the bottom line in almost everything." </p><p>4) "So rather than try to compare people and talk about who's got power and who doesn't, I think we should all sort of just put our arms around each other's shoulders and drink a beer and say it's a hell of a life, you know?" </p><p>A) Advertising executive, B) university systems administrator, C) Air Force general, D) Kinko's worker. </p><p>Correct answers? 1: D, 2: B, 3: A, 4: C. </p><p>"Gig" is full of surprises like these -- stories of successful professionals filled with rage and regret and of workers in aggressive, demeaning or dangerous professions who are gentle, thoughtful or playful. The men and women interviewed in "Gig" range from preteen lemonade sellers to septuagenarians; they include a prostitute, a supermodel, an adhesives saleswoman, a taxidermist and a slaughterhouse human resources director. Perhaps because almost 40 interviewers participated, the individual voices remain distinct, with their personal, regional and class inflections intact. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2000/06/28/gig/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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