A fable

A fable, a ‘drash, a parable…

At one time, women told the truth. They were honest with one another, and never ever let fear of someone getting angry with them get in the way of the truth.

Then, one day, a friend asked, “Does this make me look fat?”

Her friend, not wanting to be unkind, said, “No, not at all.”

The heavens looked down in horror. A lie! Women needed to be punished for the sin of bearing false witness.

The punishment was in the witnessing. Women would now be witnesses to the truth, as difficult as it would be to view.

And thus it was so… Women would have to bear witness to their spouses’ faux pas. And that is when it started; women having to bear witness and cringe at the actions of their spouses; men waxing eloquent on how much their cousin’s child looked like mom (when, indeed, the child is adopted), messing up names, and forgetting which relative just lost a parent, a job, a deal.

And so it began.

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  1. carol

    I subscribe to the message in your fable. A good idea for my autobio project….yes??

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