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Rhiannon just came in dangling this 'training' bra that was white with pink trimming and had multi colored polka dots and a perky little panda head on it. She glared at me with a look of utter disgust on her face, "Really mother? Really?" (I guess I inadvertently tossed it into her laundry pile). "Well" said I, "you might be feeling particularly perky one day!" "Never. Ne-ver."

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I'm watching a documentary today that I went into thinking was about these various female artists living in NYC and their experiences as artists in NYC but seems more to be just an excuse to have short documentaries about these incredible women which is not really a bad thing. I'm happy that there are so many well known middle aged female artists of various sorts that I could recognize immediately at least two of them (Kiki Smith and Marina Abramović) and its been interesting to hear some of their thoughts on how motherhood has impacted their art (Nancy Spero and Ghada Amer) when its doubtful you'd hear men in a documentary exploring the same topics. Also how 'gendered' their art feels. I'm not sure if that's because of the actual content or because of my perceptions (do I see gender expressed simply because male art is the norm?).