Remember Your Rubbers
My education began in the Greater Chicago Catholic school system. So the title to this post make me giggle. When I was a little girl and it was raining outside, the nuns would tell us to "Put on your rubbers!" before we went out into the rain. This was back before kids were fragile snowflakes and a light rain was O.K. to go run around on a paved parking lot next to the church where a vicious game of dodge ball was considered healthy, but I digress. Here I will tell the story of how I learned way more than I ever thought I would about the history of contraceptives (ironic, considering my early childhood huh?) Skip ahead 28 years to my first full time "permanent" job in archaeology. I had moved sight unseen to Boise for the job and had no idea what I was getting into. Lucky me got hired to finish the project from hell that none of their staffers wanted to handle- a huge survey of over 200 sites that had been shoddily completed in the field that still...
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