Barefoot and Pregnant in the Kitchen

Jordana del Feld
Aug 31, 2018 · 8 min read

We not evolved at all as a society. If anything we have gone backwards.

Calling Sylvia Plath….

Once upon a time….

I met Fiona twenty years ago. We were working as unpaid abused slave labor at Williamstown Theatre Festival, also known as the place that gave me raging tendinitis and made us work with airborne particles of pink foam and toxic chemicals for no money, all through the night, twenty-four-hour shifts, forty-eight-hour shifts, in an unheated mushroom factory, because we needed it on our resumes so we could…

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