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		<title>By: Al</title>
		<link>http://blog.michellemoquin.net/?p=21604#comment-121261</link>
		<dc:creator>Al</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 15:38:08 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kathie: One does not have to be a woman to understand how you feel. Unhappy. Some things children can learn from a parent can be sad. Me, defiant as I was, never could understand my fathers bigotry. Good luck with your family troubles.

Al]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kathie: One does not have to be a woman to understand how you feel. Unhappy. Some things children can learn from a parent can be sad. Me, defiant as I was, never could understand my fathers bigotry. Good luck with your family troubles.</p>
<p>Al</p>
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		<title>By: Kathie</title>
		<link>http://blog.michellemoquin.net/?p=21604#comment-121259</link>
		<dc:creator>Kathie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 14:21:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Al#25, I like your balanced approach to this race thing. If my husband could just see half as well as you do. 19 years of marriage to a man who thinks that his wife is the most coveted in the neighborhood because she is white is becoming tiring. 

It never was flattering to be told that I am pretty because I am the only white woman for miles around. Our 4 children hear it and they have learned to judge each other by how close to my color and features they look. 

It is terrible to discover that you were married simply because of your race. I loved him without regard to his. Now I despise him. As soon as the kids are grown and out of the house, and I get a damn good divorce attorney this marriage is over.

I married him for love. I&#039;m leaving this pathetic sorry excuse for a man proud to be who he is for the money.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Al#25, I like your balanced approach to this race thing. If my husband could just see half as well as you do. 19 years of marriage to a man who thinks that his wife is the most coveted in the neighborhood because she is white is becoming tiring. </p>
<p>It never was flattering to be told that I am pretty because I am the only white woman for miles around. Our 4 children hear it and they have learned to judge each other by how close to my color and features they look. </p>
<p>It is terrible to discover that you were married simply because of your race. I loved him without regard to his. Now I despise him. As soon as the kids are grown and out of the house, and I get a damn good divorce attorney this marriage is over.</p>
<p>I married him for love. I&#8217;m leaving this pathetic sorry excuse for a man proud to be who he is for the money.</p>
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		<title>By: Corrie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Corrie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 04:11:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[You tell&#039;em Zen Lill.]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You tell&#8217;em Zen Lill.</p>
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		<title>By: Zen Lill</title>
		<link>http://blog.michellemoquin.net/?p=21604#comment-121256</link>
		<dc:creator>Zen Lill</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 01:08:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Ignorant  people ...
and she&#039;s Gorgie (deal with it) 
-ZL]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ignorant  people &#8230;<br />
and she&#8217;s Gorgie (deal with it)<br />
-ZL</p>
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		<title>By: Lucy</title>
		<link>http://blog.michellemoquin.net/?p=21604#comment-121255</link>
		<dc:creator>Lucy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jul 2014 00:15:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A student comes to a young professor&#039;s office hours. She glances down the hall, closes his door, and kneels pleadingly.&quot;I would do anything to pass this exam,&quot; she says. She leans closer to him, flips back her hair, and gazes meaningfully into his eyes. 

&quot;I mean,&quot; she whispers, &quot;I would do anything...&quot;He returns her gaze, &quot;Anything?&quot;&quot;Anything,&quot; she says. His voice softens, &quot;Anything?&quot; &quot;Anything,&quot; she repeats again. His voice turns to a whisper. &quot;Would you... study?&quot;]]></description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A student comes to a young professor&#8217;s office hours. She glances down the hall, closes his door, and kneels pleadingly.&#8221;I would do anything to pass this exam,&#8221; she says. She leans closer to him, flips back her hair, and gazes meaningfully into his eyes. </p>
<p>&#8220;I mean,&#8221; she whispers, &#8220;I would do anything&#8230;&#8221;He returns her gaze, &#8220;Anything?&#8221;"Anything,&#8221; she says. His voice softens, &#8220;Anything?&#8221; &#8220;Anything,&#8221; she repeats again. His voice turns to a whisper. &#8220;Would you&#8230; study?&#8221;</p>
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