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Thursday, January 15, 2004 

After reading Susan Bordo (American feminist) for two hours, I took her old-school feminist message to heart, went home, and cleaned house. Delving through my recycling means reading Globe and Mail front pages backwards, broken up with housing notices, junk mail, and cereal boxes. We hadn't made a dent in that pile for awhile; I was tempted to keep the full-page mug of Saddam Hussein in the hopes of showing my future kids an actual yellowed newspaper, but I've never been a packrat. I expect my future offspring to be techno-savvy enough to find quality online archives of the evil man in 2024, anyway.

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