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A Womans Place is not in the House I glanced at my watch; it was 3:30 p.m. I logged off the computer picked up my car keys and indicated to my own boss. He understands the meaning of that familiar signal. This means I am dashing off to pick up my kids (ages 10 and 13) from college. After picking them up I'll take them home and leave them to perform the comfortable routine they've been practicing for several years. First they will have their tub, then take the microwave able containers using the specific day labeled from the fridge, put it in the microwave oven, have their dinner, complete their homework then head into the baby sitter. The baby sitter being none other than the fantastic old television series or their video games. I would call from my office sometimes to make certain that everything is okay. They have strict orders not to open doors to strangers, and all emergency numbers are at their fingertips. This routine has instructed them to be responsible and independent kids. At approximately 7:00 pm I would drag my home, check their homework, have a tiny chit-chat with them and head to bed. I contrasted this to the times when I was able to find the bus home from school and would be greeted by my mother with a smile on her face and a cool drink in her hand. She would inquire the familiar issue, which we occasionally neglect to reply. "How was school today? Did you like you fine lunch which I packed on your lunch apparel"? After our bath we would sit at the dining table and revel in a nice warm meal whilst sharing the days events. In retrospect that I can only ask myself this question. "What's happened to those fantastic old days"? Why did women abandon their place in the house? Prior to the Industrial Revolution which took place at the Eigh...