<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:14:13.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem não entra</title><subtitle type='html'>Mulheres poderosas falam de tudo o que lhes vem à cabeça e dos homens. Das manias, das chatices e das coisas boas.E de como não podem viver sem eles.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Madalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664341383993782179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678.post-3189921465148270986</id><published>2011-07-26T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:39:24.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mulheres são os heróis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CM5cwnmKn-g/Ti7fVjVtPxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6OpQ92WgunM/s1600/20110528_164924.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CM5cwnmKn-g/Ti7fVjVtPxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6OpQ92WgunM/s320/20110528_164924.jpg" t$="true" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O projecto chama-se "As mulheres são os heróis". É uma intervenção do artista plástico JR que defende que a arte pode mudar o mundo. Neste projecto tirou fotografias de mulheres de uma favela do Rio de Janeiro ampliou-as em posters gigantes e colou-as nas casas e ruas da favela. Agora dedica-se ao projecto InsideOut queconvida todos a virar-se de dentro para fora. Basta tirar uma fotografia e colocar no seguinte site insideoutproject.net depois receberá em casa um posters gigante que poderá colar onde quiser como forma da afirmação política. Já participei e convido todos a fazer o mesmo. Aqui fica o exemplo da minha heroína preferidal:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.insideoutproject.net/pompidou/05281649"&gt;http://www.insideoutproject.net/pompidou/05281649&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6845741056630453678-3189921465148270986?l=homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/3189921465148270986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/mulheres-sao-os-herois.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/3189921465148270986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/3189921465148270986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/mulheres-sao-os-herois.html' title='mulheres são os heróis'/><author><name>Madalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664341383993782179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CM5cwnmKn-g/Ti7fVjVtPxI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6OpQ92WgunM/s72-c/20110528_164924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678.post-724121597720619243</id><published>2011-07-22T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T07:29:14.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mulheres aos jornais</title><content type='html'>É triste percorrer as páginas dos jornais e só ver imagens de homens. Em todo o lado seja como representantes do poder político, como do poder económico. Basta olhar para as primeiras páginas de hoje do Público, Diário Económico e Jornal de Negócios para constatar que não existe uma única mulher.&amp;nbsp;Para quando a aprovação de quotas rosas em Portugal tal como aconteceu em Itália?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6845741056630453678-724121597720619243?l=homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/724121597720619243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/mulheres-aos-jornais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/724121597720619243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/724121597720619243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/mulheres-aos-jornais.html' title='mulheres aos jornais'/><author><name>Madalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664341383993782179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678.post-5008519732957932798</id><published>2011-07-15T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T04:12:24.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Príncipe Encantado</title><content type='html'>"L'amour n'est qu'une extrème attention".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que, o sonho de qualquer mulher, é ser - um dia - amada assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6845741056630453678-5008519732957932798?l=homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/5008519732957932798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-principe-encantado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/5008519732957932798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/5008519732957932798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-principe-encantado.html' title='O Príncipe Encantado'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762129719023682746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33P3Tb2Ndqs/ThdpH0fYZgI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YibfHLVtP0o/s220/tate2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678.post-5528421989517727937</id><published>2011-07-14T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T07:34:20.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amigas com "A" grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H6m7VXFZ00/Th7-X6g8cPI/AAAAAAAAABE/kBlQfuisslI/s1600/abra%25C3%25A7o%255B1%255D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629216271057580274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H6m7VXFZ00/Th7-X6g8cPI/AAAAAAAAABE/kBlQfuisslI/s320/abra%25C3%25A7o%255B1%255D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;São aquelas que te elogiam um vestido novo mas também te dão na cabeça quando fazes asneira. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que te contam uma piada quando estás em baixo mas te desancam com um sermão quando meteste o pé na poça. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A casa de quem podes chegar para jantar com uma hora de atraso, que te arranjam sempre qualquer coisa para trincar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com quem te divertes sempre nas férias, quer seja numa viagem transatlântica como num aparthotel de meia leca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quem contas as maiores parvoeiras e vergonhas, que te contam as maiores parvoeiras e vergonhas, e no final rebolam ambas a rir no sofá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com quem falas em linguagem encriptada para estranhos e pedes para te dar a mão no dentista. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A quem ligas quando estás com a neura e vais comer um gelado para espairecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada Mada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6845741056630453678-5528421989517727937?l=homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/5528421989517727937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/amigas-com-grande.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/5528421989517727937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/5528421989517727937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/amigas-com-grande.html' title='Amigas com &quot;A&quot; grande'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762129719023682746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33P3Tb2Ndqs/ThdpH0fYZgI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YibfHLVtP0o/s220/tate2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2H6m7VXFZ00/Th7-X6g8cPI/AAAAAAAAABE/kBlQfuisslI/s72-c/abra%25C3%25A7o%255B1%255D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678.post-8907168757703890748</id><published>2011-07-14T01:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T01:40:32.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinal dos tempos</title><content type='html'>"As mulheres continuam a ser mais afectadas pelo desemprego e estarem sub-representadas nos postos de comando da política e das empresas - só há uma mulher a presidir a uma empresa do PSI 20 e duas entre os 11 ministros. Mas a eleição de Assunção Esteves para a presidência do Parlamento, aplaudida de pé, &lt;em&gt;urbi et urbi&lt;/em&gt;, por gente de todos os credos, é sintomática do caminho já percorrido no sentido de conceder igualdade de oportunidades aos cidadãos dos dois sexos [em Portugal]", in Jornal de Notícias, 14/7/11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6845741056630453678-8907168757703890748?l=homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/8907168757703890748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinal-dos-tempos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/8907168757703890748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/8907168757703890748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/sinal-dos-tempos.html' title='Sinal dos tempos'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762129719023682746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33P3Tb2Ndqs/ThdpH0fYZgI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YibfHLVtP0o/s220/tate2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678.post-371723152371446069</id><published>2011-07-13T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T05:23:30.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha pátria é o mundo inteiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAz0uQQWUZc/Th2OLiL5VuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HVm-zWmdG1I/s1600/virginia+wolf.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAz0uQQWUZc/Th2OLiL5VuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HVm-zWmdG1I/s1600/virginia+wolf.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;“ Como mulher não tenho pátria. Como mulher a minha pátria é o mundo inteiro”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-size: 14pt;"&gt;Virginia Woolf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;Apostam mais nos projectos a que se dedicam de corpo e alma e não são tão tentadas pelos salários altos, nem mudam de emprego com a frequência dos homens. Estão são algumas das características das mulheres que fazem com que sejam cada vez mais valorizadas no mercado de emprego.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Só resta saber quando é que os empregadores portugueses vão começar a abrir os olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6845741056630453678-371723152371446069?l=homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/371723152371446069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-patria-e-o-mundo-inteiro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/371723152371446069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/371723152371446069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/minha-patria-e-o-mundo-inteiro.html' title='A minha pátria é o mundo inteiro'/><author><name>Madalena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13664341383993782179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QAz0uQQWUZc/Th2OLiL5VuI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HVm-zWmdG1I/s72-c/virginia+wolf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678.post-3071710166900164245</id><published>2011-07-13T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T04:34:57.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brincar com coisas sérias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-4l1PVGel0/Th2CwiUCViI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LmaBzDA4r6A/s1600/Focus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628798879639164450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-4l1PVGel0/Th2CwiUCViI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LmaBzDA4r6A/s320/Focus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolutamente revoltante, a peça que a revista Focus traz hoje à capa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intitulada "Quando elas se aproveitam do poder", e com um entrada igualmente apelativa - "São manipulados, pressionados e, às vezes, até humilhados quando não correspondem às investidas das chefes" - ao longo de cinco páginas são descritas (supostas) situações reais a partir de dados puramente empíricos, aspecto que o próprio autor reconhece quando escreve "Ainda não há estudos em Portugal acerca do assédio de mulheres com cargos de chefia sob os seus subordinados". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ilustrado com fotografias, no mínimo, descabidas - de homens (!) a abraçarem homens e de uma mulher simulando atacar um suposto subordinado, puxando-lhe pela gravata através duma mesa de reuniões - o texto assemelha-se a uma fotonovela de terceira categoria, com descrições para-pornográficas e afirmações que, ora roçam a boçalidade, ora se revelam de credibilidade (no mínimo) duvidosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É lamentável, que num país que ainda tem um caminho tão longo a percorrer quanto à Igualdade de Género, se produza lixo pseudo-jornalístico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6845741056630453678-3071710166900164245?l=homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/3071710166900164245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/brincar-com-coisas-serias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/3071710166900164245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/3071710166900164245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/brincar-com-coisas-serias.html' title='Brincar com coisas sérias'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762129719023682746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33P3Tb2Ndqs/ThdpH0fYZgI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YibfHLVtP0o/s220/tate2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3-4l1PVGel0/Th2CwiUCViI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LmaBzDA4r6A/s72-c/Focus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678.post-2644356890112265351</id><published>2011-07-12T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T08:57:02.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como é a mulher de hoje?</title><content type='html'>"The construction of a woman: a woman is not made of flesh/ of bone and sinew/ belly and breasts, elbows and liver and toe./ She is manufactured like a sports sedan./ She is retooled, refitted and redesigned/ every decade. (...)" Marge Piercy (1936), &lt;em&gt;What Are Big Girls Made Of&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6845741056630453678-2644356890112265351?l=homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/2644356890112265351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/como-e-mulher-de-hoje.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/2644356890112265351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/2644356890112265351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/como-e-mulher-de-hoje.html' title='Como é a mulher de hoje?'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762129719023682746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33P3Tb2Ndqs/ThdpH0fYZgI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YibfHLVtP0o/s220/tate2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6845741056630453678.post-5827929300204435023</id><published>2011-07-11T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T08:29:25.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou além</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCK7NpzsrR8/ThsWn1eyLZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yo_t_IDxirU/s1600/images%255B3%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628117032956472722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCK7NpzsrR8/ThsWn1eyLZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yo_t_IDxirU/s320/images%255B3%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por que é que só estamos bem onde não estamos e só queremos ir aonde não vamos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vem isto a propósito de, estando numa relação, só vermos defeitos no outro. A relação acaba e, qual passe de magia, a nossa (outrora) implicante casa-metade revela-se um don juan arrebatador de corações, que se desdobra em mimos e atenções, desvelos e emoções, e damos por nós a pensar: o que é feito dos sapatos perdidos pela sala, dos pratos sujos no lava-loiças, da casa-de-banho alagada, da pasta-de-dentes espalhada...? Parece que era tudo noutra vida. Pois. Por isso, provavelmente, é que saímos dela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6845741056630453678-5827929300204435023?l=homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/feeds/5827929300204435023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/estou-alem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/5827929300204435023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6845741056630453678/posts/default/5827929300204435023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://homemnaoentra2011.blogspot.com/2011/07/estou-alem.html' title='Estou além'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17762129719023682746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-33P3Tb2Ndqs/ThdpH0fYZgI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/YibfHLVtP0o/s220/tate2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UCK7NpzsrR8/ThsWn1eyLZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Yo_t_IDxirU/s72-c/images%255B3%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
