As you handed me the magazine over the table, I saw three colors, white, blue, and gold. In the half-light of the room, I spelled out its title. I handed it back with. these words. "Oh, this is only something for men, Dagmar."

"Of course as we see it now, this magazine is only for men, but I must say I'm sorry it's only for men."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean I wish we had something like this, even if it were just a little magazine, but something which belonged to us. For this we could-Oh, I don't know how to explain."

"You mean, Dagmar, something that would be honest about us?"

"Yes, I wanted to say that, and I'm glad you were able to crystallize my thought."

I shook my head. "But what help is all this, dearest? You still don't have your own magazine."

You sighed and answered, "A magazine for me, for us such a thing will never exist!"

I took your hand and tried to understand your quick resignation. This negative dismissal is characteristic of you to dispose of something with a few sentences. I had told you before how intelligent women with understanding editors and journalists had started in this subject. I had also told you about a particular magazine about us called The Girlfriend which you did not not want to accept under any circumstances because you were so wonderfully young. Because you wanted me to, I promised to try to fill the gap in some way.

Nearly a year has passed, and now here is Aphrodite, a simple beginning. It is still not a magazine just for us, but it is still an addition to The Ring. I believe, darling, that we have our Aphrodite in good hands. This is not to say that we need a male guard, but the editor of even a small magazine has a lot of problems about technique, organization and journalists, and last but not least, material problems. You will agree when I say that to bring out a campaigning and idealistic magazine, three things are needed. First, money; second, money and third, again money.

But why do I have to bore you with these commercial things? For you it is enough that Aphrodite exists. It will come to you every month now. You can read it, you can give it to other of our women, and you may also, if you will, write for it. Do it enthusiastically and with the fire of your intellect. Many, many women may be happy about it; in the beginning only dozens, later hundreds, and eventually thousands. And I believe strongly that not only you and I, but also many other women like us have plenty to say on this subject.

Write your opinion about it soon. Write about Aphrodite and that which we wish and inspire in her. I take your little head in my hands and kiss you lovingly. A thousand greetings.

Yours. Alexandria