Day 215 - 8:43am, 4 August 2019
Having exhausted our supply of House reruns on the Paramount channel, hubby is now trying to clear the moon-landing programmes from the TV recorder. I'd like to say I'm interested, but the truth is I am not. I can appreciate it was a great achievement to land on the moon and walk on it, but I feel no emotional connection to any of it.
I think it is all the talk of "landing a man on the moon". I know it was a function of the times, but despite the 400,000 people NASA estimated it took to get them there, I don't think I am aware of a single female name being mentioned among them. Just lots of pictures of the NASA wives, sat at home, waiting. The men get to travel to the moon, whereas the women are barely allowed to leave their homes for fear of fracturing the public image of the perfect wives and families they were meant to be.
I think it is all the talk of "landing a man on the moon". I know it was a function of the times, but despite the 400,000 people NASA estimated it took to get them there, I don't think I am aware of a single female name being mentioned among them. Just lots of pictures of the NASA wives, sat at home, waiting. The men get to travel to the moon, whereas the women are barely allowed to leave their homes for fear of fracturing the public image of the perfect wives and families they were meant to be.
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