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I Realized That What I Was Saying Was Threatening, Somehow, To The Editors Of Women's Magazines. That It Threatened The Very World They Were Trying To Paint, What I Then Called The "feminine Mystique."

The Only Way For A Woman, As For A Man, To Find Herself, To Know Herself As A Person, Is By Creative Work Of Her Own.

Instead Of Fulfilling The Promise Of Infinite Orgasmic Bliss, Sex In The America Of The Feminine Mystique Is Becoming A Strangely Joyless National Compulsion, If Not A Contemptuous Mockery.

I Would Have Much Rather Been In The Jalopy With The Kids, Going To Hunt's For Hamburgers. But, When I Entered High School, All My Friends Got Into Sororities And Fraternities And I Didn't.

This Idea That The Employment Of Women, The Movement Of Women Outside The Home Into The Work World, And Their Demand For Equality Is Somehow Responsible For Increasing Juvenile Delinquency Or The Increase In Divorce Rate, Is Just So Much Bullshit.