The Feminine Arts

The old legends are true, my children. 

Long ago, in the Before Times…before the Age Of Machine Madness… before the Pussy Hat Parades, before the Slut Walkers, before nose and face jewelry, before the awful lesbians with terrible haircuts … women could focus their intellects like laser beams while expanding their mental horizons by parsecs.

They’d sit around in groups, squawking, clucking and laughing - and do stuff like this. How do you do shades and hues…with thread? While listening to another old bint telling a rotten joke or complaining about her kids? My grandmother used to do stuff like this. The time that went into it would boggle the modern woman, whose attention span can be measured in seconds, or minutes at best. But I remember a time when they could move mountains, and their men walked on the moon.