By Laurie Essig I am sitting with two friends in a crowded cafe on a cold winter afternoon. We are all three academics. We are all three feminists. We are all three mothers. And we are all three laughing uproariously.
Heads begin to turn.
The other diners, mostly professors from the nearby university, do not see what could possibly be so amusing. If only they knew that the source of our mirth is so appropriately academic. We have been discussing the rather dense theories of gender that have come out of France in the past couple of decades. The three of us have just had a dramatic theoretical and personal breakthrough. But we have just figured out a theoretical intervention that might just chip away at that ceiling.