I Knew One Thing. I Did Not

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."

He's A Male Chauvinistic Piglet.

I Loved My Kids. And I Loved My House, And I Loved A Lot Of Things About My Life In The 1950s. But There Were A Lot Like Me In That Era, Very Overeducated Housewives.

By Now, Abortion Should Be Obsolete. And I - And Probably A Lot Of Other Feminists - Wish It Were Obsolete, Because Abortion, In Itself, Is Not A Value - It Is Simply The Right To Chose, Which Is An Essential Value.

I Wouldn't Be Satisfied With A Life Lived Solely On The Barricades. I Reserve My Right To Be Frivolous.