When I was young, I had a plan for my future that included having Dolly Parton work for me and clean my house. The way I saw it (and I told my family members), I wasn't going to cook or clean, but I would have a Dolly-Partonesque woman in my home who would love this sort of work.
That was a long, sexist time ago.
Even so, I recently recalled Dolly's singing of "Jolene" when I thought one of my graduate students was named Jolene. I was wrong. The name was Jillian. Even so, I post this song because it catches my ear.
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