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	<title>Comments on: Happy Birthday, Simone de Beauvoir!</title>
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		<title>By: Larry Charles Wilson</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Larry Charles Wilson]]></dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[As a freshman at a Catholic high school (Marquette) in Tulsa, OK, in 1958, I submitted a book review of &quot;The Second Sex.&quot; Reading that book was my conversion to feminism. Some years later my mother told me that Sister had called her and told her that she should monitor my reading. My mother told Sister that she should be glad I was reading.]]></description>
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