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  <title>Comments on 'Excerpt from a diary of today's career woman'</title>
  <subtitle>Women in the corporate world are seen as dispensable rather than as long term investments. Men assume they will leave once kids are in the picture and that their goals include becoming trophy wives.

Men don't acknowledge that sometimes we are the bread winners, the ones who support the household, the ones who also like to drive sports cars, and are driven and ambitious.

That's completely ignored, until women become one of them. By becoming sterile, an unemotional drone with dollar signs in their eyes, divorced, and alone.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-05-02T19:29:27Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Excerpt from a diary of today's career woman</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i love the last line, wraps it up well and is really very true..&lt;br /&gt;nice jobb=]&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-02T19:29:27Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>One Time, One Chance</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Excerpt from a diary of today's career woman</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;i love the last line, wraps it up well and is really very true..&lt;br /&gt;nice jobb=]&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-02T19:29:17Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>One Time, One Chance</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Excerpt from a diary of today's career woman</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Happens all too often. Sad. And it takes two incomes to survive, anymore!&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-01T01:55:59Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Mistress Elsha Hawk</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Excerpt from a diary of today's career woman</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;That sentiment in your final paragraph is so true. Sad as hell, but true. &lt;br /&gt;LoA&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-05-01T01:31:24Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Ana Cristina</name>
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