Dear Phil, Penny, Martin and Dara,

I hope all is well on this Jane Eyre afternoon of rain and thunder. Here on the home front I’m still trying to get on the other side of CEE’s continued animus toward me. Think Hugh Jackman in Les Miserables, but without the loaf of bread.

In any case, apparently I am now a cyberstalker. Not the Wikipedia sort of cyberstalker. Not even the MIT sort. No, just the CEE sort. The argument against me, the actual stalking, is contained in the email that I sent on August 2 to the Parsons mailing list, "A Building Manager’s Story.” The irony would kill…

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Cleaning is a feminist issue

That was the title of a book one of my sisters read when we were teenagers. The idea has always stayed with me.