This essay was first published at Fugitive Leaves, the blog of The History Medical Library of The College of Physicians […]
The Angel of the Workhouse: The Body, and the Body Politic, of Victorian Women with Disabilities
On September 12, 1846, a poet-prince married a “rather plain, thin, faded, hysterical woman [who] was loved for herself as […]
If You’re Not My Kid, Please Don’t Call Me “Mom”
By Lara Freidenfelds
The dentist peered in my child’s mouth, then turned to me. “Hey, Mom, you did a good job, no cavities!” I brought my kids for a check-up recently, and our wonderful pediatric dentist warmly complemented me. But why on earth did he call me that? And why did it irk me?
