This evening I really want to go to Fitteprat (that means cunt talk, it’s a feminist literature reading and discussion) – my girlfriend Gro is speaking, so is my MA thesis advisor (one of them) and there are lots of other people I know there too. But I’ve already bagged my mum to babysit my daughter tomorrow – it’s the Prize Dinner – and two babysittings in a row seem a bit bad-motherly.
It just occurred to me I could bring my daughter. It’s about, um, women. But, um, I don’t think there’ll be many other nine-year-old girls there. What to do, what to do?