Meet Susan

Susan Swartz is a California journalist, author and public radio commentator. She’s been writing about women since she reported on consciousness raising groups and covered a rising star in the women’s movement named Gloria Steinem.

She says:
Back then I was also going to New York to cover the latest in fashion and beauty, which is pretty typical of how most of us continued to grow, torn between fascinations – our head wrapped around issues, our face in the mirror.

Living in the San Francisco Bay Area gives Susan a good place to report on outspoken women and Boomer angst which she did for twenty years in her award-winning column for the Santa Rosa Press Democrat and the New York Times News Service.

I’ve always said that being a journalist made me a better feminist. And being a feminist made me a better journalist. Because both insist that you keep your eyes open, challenge stereotypes and ask “what’s this about?

Get this– The Oxford English Dictionary credited me with coming up with the term “bad hair day.”

She’s written two books based on interviews with mid-life women around the country; women she calls JUICY TOMATOES.

They’re not just any woman over fifty. They have daring and confidence and they can be wonderfully ironic about life because they’ve been around to see so much.

At the very least, as it says in her book, they “have survived teenagers, aging parents, multiple downturns in the economy, dubious mammograms and the half century mark. And they are unstoppable.”

About her own personal fifties, she writes:

Let me take one paragraph for myself to report that my fifties were full of firsts. My husband and I got to live in Europe for two years. I learned a little bit of German. I flew over Sarajevo to drop war relief food packages. I took improvisational acting. I started doing radio commentary. My book was turned into a play. I went on TV covered with so much makeup I looked like a Geisha madam. I finally found some pills that work on migraines. I started going to baseball games. I took beginning French. And, get this: The Oxford English Dictionary credited me with coming up with the term “bad hair day.” When we meet, I’ll tell you about it. And then you’ll look at my hair and think, “well, no wonder.”

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