MoDo never seems to have forgotten the words of her mother, who she says wrote her on her 31st birthday that: “Women can stand on the Empire State Building and scream to the heavens that they are equal to men and liberated, but until they have the same anatomy, it’s a lie.” Until? MoDo’s subsequent career (and that of many of her contemporaries) seems to have been played out against the intractability of this wish. You’d think that Mother MoDo would have worked out some of her agita by the time her daughter hit 31. One can only imagine what kinds of destructive bromides she was favoring little MoDo with at sweet 16.
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