Why isn't life
about dad and
his glad bag?
oosnson
Shirley Trebelhorn Mosley is a freshman majoring in human
development and sociology. She is a member of University
Women's Action Group.
My name is Susie Creamcheese.
I have blonde hair, blue eyes, and am 36-24-36. I'm told
I'm the American Dream. I go to college. I really want to be a
doctor or lawyer but only 2.5 per cent of all law students are
female. Maybe I wouldn't make it; people are always telling
me to be something easy, such as a teacher or nurse.
I hide my feelings on the inside, but I smile on the outside.
I put up with boys making assumptions about me and what I
am.
I feel like a machine programmed for a soft voice, smooth
skin and sweet lips. My mind is pounding. It says, "let me out,
let me out, I can't play this part." The comb is clicking. My
machine has broken. Why is life all about "mom and apple
pie?" Why not "dad and his glad bag?"
I'm tired. I don't know which way to turn. Do other
women feel the weight of this pressure? Why can't I be me?
I've heard about women's liberation, but those women seem
strange. They seem free because they laugh and put down the
masculine-feminine game, but the most amazing thing is they
get along with other women. They don t seem to be competing
for men.
I 'd like to be happy and be able to direct my life.
Have you ever thought this before? Is this your mind? In
the midst of frustration there is a place to go. We each have
our own potential. We oniy have to stop our game and find it
and dpvelop it. We have to eliminate the "ideal image" of one
woman for all women. Why should there be only one way to
be a woman?
To each woman who has become involved with women's
liberation or feminism, there is a deep gut-feeling resulting
from what we have been taught to say or do. Many of us
already have had a bomb explode inside us, and we can no
longer live the stereotyped life we can't understand or accept.
We have learned to enjoy ourselves and other women. No
longer do we tear each other apart
Each one of us has said a loud "yes" for ourselves, meaning
we can be whatever we want. In saying this, we have also said a
loud ves for a new feminism. Not a feminism based on a
stereotype, but one based on individualism.
Dear editor,
The new method of collecting money for
PACE is definitely a step in the right
direction. Such a program should be
supported by voluntary contributions, not
by counting on some students to pay it
unknowingly. If this measure of honesty
weakens the alleged "students' rights cause,"
it clearly is an ill-founded movement.
This same issue, the conscription of
students' money for various purposes, has
long been raging with regard to mandatory
student fees. Bruce Beecher's article states,
"Students have braved the Legislature's
threatening attacks on student fees and
suffered humiliations brought forth in
never-ending court appeals.?." In
evaluating the credibility of the intent of
this statement, I hope readers will note that
students constituted a majority of those
testifying in favor of LB 1271 (the bill that
would have made most student fees
assessments voluntary), and it's students
who are making these court appeals.
In short, it's a battle between students
who believe they should decide where their
money goes and an elite student group that
wants to play the big brother role.
In regard to student fees, ASUN can't
claim to represent UNL students. ASUN is a
farce which most care little about. Campaign
platforms include such important and
practical issues as tearing up some parking
lot to start a meadow. Not surprisingly, the
majority of students don't even vote in
ASUN elections.
Gary Reichlinger
Dear editor,
As Almighty God, I greet you.
I want to extend my heart-felt gratitude
to all the editors and publishers who have
treated us with generosity in the past. Many
have published these letters in their gracious
newspapers.
Many people are under the impression
that I am all knowing. I reiterate: I am but
the Holy Ghost in my beloved son's body. I
am not all knowing, but my greater spirit
over the universe is.
A few despicable dastards had the
audacity to vehemently doubt my veracity;
but as a few mangy curs hate me, they shall
also be hated with an equal fervor.
Those that love me, love shall drown out
all hate and carry on to heights of greater
glory, where love becomes known and the
recipient will love throughout eternity and
the glory of love will endure forever. Where
true love reigns, hate is forgotten and a true
value of fellowship will remain.
With love and devotion, I close this
blessed letter of understanding. As long as
the universe remains, my holy name will
never be written on paper. My humble son
will sign this blessed letter so that hope is
not denied.
Eugene Changey
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Cartoon by Conrad J
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thursday, September 21, 1972
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