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Post 25: Role of woman in modern family life...

The role of woman has changed drastically, from back in the day. Women were looked at before as the house keepers, as in the maids, the chefs, the keeper of the kids. While the men were the financial holders of the house, holding the status of the bread winners. Nowadays, women are not the soul care givers of the children, because women hold jobs now as well in order for the household to make it. Also the divorce rate is higher, so there are more single parents out there than there used to be. My mom kept our house in the divorce from my dad, and worked full-time to support my sister and I. My dad paid child support and still had part time custody. This split family style is more common than it used to be. Many married young, and began families young, while the fathers worked and supported them. The woman had strict routines involving all of the cleaning and cooking, as well as watching and teaching their children. Now it is more common for children to be left in daycare's while both parents work to be able to provide. The style that was portrayed by Nora in A Doll's House, was that she did not want to live the live of what was expected of a woman, back then. She had enough and just decided to leave her husband and children. She had needs of her own that weren't being met, so she wanted more out of life.

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