A Woman Has No Home and No Surname
We are made to feel like an eternal Diaspora
“A woman has no home, and no surname.”
During my adolescence, anytime I came upon this miserable proverb, my cheeks reddened in anger. What utter nonsense, I muttered under my breath. One of those degrading idioms that have survived the years, and which sexists continue to use with much relish — that was pretty much what I thought of it.
Until, last year, a colleague of mine — an independent working woman and a proud mother of one — repeated it…