I am a femminist

Cambridge dictionary defines feminism as “the belief that women should be allowed the same rights, power, and opportunities as men and be treated in the same way, or the set of activities intended to achieve this state”. The first time that that word was used with that meaning was in the 1883, by Hubertine Auclert. Women must have the right to vote, that was the issue. Later, in the sixties, women fought for other rights, fed up with being considered necessary just to grow up children and cleaning up houses.

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Ethical fashion – MILCH

On Saturday I got the great opportunity to attend Milch workshop. My grandma would be so proud of me, since I learn how to sew. It will take ages to be able to do what she can, but it is never too late to improve. My outcome is not exactly how it should look like, indeed. But who cares: I sewed a skirt and it is already my favourite one.

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Pretending to be a wine connoisseur

When I am abroad, I always get crazy looking for wine bottles closed with cork. Everywhere seems to be more common screw cup closure. I am not the one that spend more than 6€ for a bottle of wine, firstly because I am not such an expert, secondly because it will be a waste of money since it just a way to fall asleep or to get a little drunk. Therefore, especially for italian wine, it is quite hard find something cheap to drink.

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May I have a Makava?

Last weekend I was with a friend of mine around 5pm in a nice cafè and while I ordered a coffee, he took a Makava. If I had been in Italy, I would be confused. Firstly, I am not sure that Makava is sold there and then, who is drinking soft drinks in Italy? Italians (or maybe just the Italians I know and that could be a warning message) while in a bar are used to drink coffee or alcohol. Maybe a coke, but just in case they have a very strong hangover. In Austria soft drinks seem to be very popular indeed. I am not feeling as saying the same about Italy.

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