I need to make a mental note that yesterday and today were challenging to say the least. Good, yet challenging. I got to see a wonderful friend two days in a row. And I didn’t have to deal with a hot mess of crazy woman “you two were hanging out but didn’t invite me”.
Random Question: Why is it the women I hang out with tend to be dude-like? Oh, right it must be the increased and joyous participation in spontaneity <–thank you spell check> “disorder” that I have.
So, I’m on page 142 of the book from last Friday’s post <The Woman Behind the New Deal>. I took over a page of notes on the beginning, which gives you the scenario of what society looked like/ felt like prior to the New Deal. And, Lemme tell you, it was very different than now. < I probably use then/ than incorrectly > <Perhaps this points to a learning disability rather than white trashiness! >
This quote shocked me….
“The eight hour day was a standard plank of the Socialist Party; unemployment insurance seemed laughably improbable; direct aid to the unemployed would threaten his campaign pledge of a balanced budget. He said he would back her.”
But Really what the heck is up with this?