My mother, nursing my newborn brother, sighed:

– I ask you, my tiny boy, so sweet, so precious, if we do as we are told, if we agree that we are wanton, unreliable, disloyal, greedy, vain, if we accept that we are the source of all evils, that our bleeding is impure, that we are not to make decisions, nor have needs and demands, will we be spared the violence of men?

This is the 65th of 100 women who talk to their daughters over 2500 years. It starts here: first thread, and the last stories will take place in … present day America.