FICTION

In Feminist Hands

by Elvira (FA-G-1) FPE

I was far from alone when, after leaving the Services, I found myself unable to get work. Week after week I presented myself at the local Labour Exchange, only to find there was nothing suitable for me, and in consequence I had to continue exist- ing on the meagre unemployment allowance paid out by the Government. It had not escaped my notice that various of my unfortunate fellows were success- ful in obtaining work that I felt I, too, could have undertaken, even though it wasn't always what I would have chosen to do. But the officials at the Exchange always told me there was no work suited to me, and I knew why they said that it was due to my physical appearance.

I was blessed (or cursed! as you will) with an effeminate appearance, and undoubtedly now it was my looks that were counting against me. On the short side, slim of build, with a fair complexion, wavy hair and smallish hands and feet, it looked as if masculine work was never coming my way. I hated my almost feminine looks and did all I could to make myself look more of a he-man- but all without avail. Often in the past my appearance had counted against me, making me the butt for frequent ribald remarks, all of which I had learned to take in my stride. There had, of course, been occasions when my looks had resulted in my being offered a place just cut out for such as me, namely in stage productions at school, college and later in the Services. When- ever a female role had to be filled I was always called upon, and, though I say it myself, I was al- ways a success in skirts,

Whether as a Shakespearean maiden or a modern girl, I invariably satisfied those responsible for the production, and, be it known, I thoroughly en-