By Terry Pratchett
In the thirty-first Discworld novel the Discworld is going to war.
'Trousers. That's the secret... wear trousers and the area adjustments. We stroll diversified. We act varied. I see those women and that i imagine: idiots! Get your self a few trousers!'
Women belong within the kitchen -- we all know that. no longer in jobs, pubs or certainly trousers, and definitely now not at the entrance line, braving enemy forces in defence in their nation. even so, there's regularly a warfare on someplace, no matter if no-one rather is aware what it's approximately. And whilst funds and exuberance for it are operating very low, it would be time to allow ladies make a stand, at the battlefield and for his or her rights.