How, in striving for emancipation, woman has reached such a dismal
stage in her development is one of the saddest stories of our time.
The age is an age of work; woman desires freedom, the right of every
human being; and freedom in such an age can only mean the freedom to
work. But to work, except in a few vocations such as art, is in our
time to specialize oneself, and the freedom of women has necessarily
resolved itself into a permission to do little things which can give
them no final satisfaction. Their freedom is bounded by the slavery
under which men, too, suffer; and in changing their occupations they
have not escaped from the cage, but only out of one compartment of
it into another, a little more cheerless than the first. They have
achieved a little more liberty than they had before; but this liberty
is disenchanting because it leaves them as far away as ever from the
full liberty of their spirit. Perhaps in no other age has woman been,
in a deep, instinctive sense, so skeptical as she is at present.
And for all this the age--an age in which labor has a fantastic
prominence--is responsible; for it is in a time when everybody works,
and when there is nothing conceivable that one can do but work, that
the cantankerous question of inequality arises. Only in a race can one
be slower than another; only then does the necessity to become as good
a runner as the fastest come home poignantly to every one. But if it
should happen that life is not a race at all? Where leisure is regarded
as a more important thing than work and work falls into its proper,
subordinate place as the mere means to leisure one does not think very
much about inequality, for it has no longer any urgent importance.
Nor does one set much value, except in superficials, on uniformity.
Among people free from crushing labor (as the whole human race may
some time be) there has always been delight in diversity and scorn
for uniformity; for, to people enjoying their spirit and the world,
diversity even when it is exasperating is of infinite interest, giving
a satisfying sense of the richness of life.
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