Yet it is the masculine values that prevail. Speaking crudely, football and sport are “important”; the worship of fashion, the buying of clothes “trivial.” And these values are inevitably transferred from life to fiction. This is an important book, the critic assumes, because it deals with war. This is an insignificant book because it deals with the feelings of women in a drawing-room. A scene in a battle-field is more important than a scene in a shop—everywhere and much more subtly the difference of value persists.

Virginia Woolf, in A Room of One’s Own. Taken from Ruth Franklin’s revealing article in The New Republic, on why women’s literature is still treated differently & considered “less than” in many ways. Written in 1929; could’ve been written yesterday.
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