Could we have solved world hunger, achieved world peace, if someone, usually unsung and unheard but with the perspective of truly caring for the world, had felt confident enough to speak publicly? Had been respected enough to be listened to? I was listening to my audiobook, "The Equivalents," this morning as I walked the dog. In the book the author describes a passionate lecture given by Tillie Olsen about how creativity--the act of creating something--takes time, energy, money, education. Something that the poor and so many women (who are disproportionately the poor and enslaved,) don't have. Virginia Woolf argued the same in 1928 in her essay "A Room of One's Own." I think this paragraph sums Woolf's argument up beautifully: "Women have burnt like beacons in all the works of all the poets from the beginning of time. Indeed if woman had no existence save in the fiction written by men, one would imagine her a person of the utmost importance; v