I Think It's Tremendously Important That Women

Men, Also, Have In Them Enormous Capacities That They Have To Repress And Fear In Themselves, Living Up To This Obsolete And Brutal Man-eating, Bear-killing, Ernest Hemingway, Crewcut Prussian Sadistic, Napalm All The Children In Vietnam, Bang-bang You're Dead, Image Of Masculinity, The Image Of All Powerful Masculine Superiority That Is Absolute.

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.

The Feminist Revolution Had To Be Fought Because Women Quite Simply Were Stopped At A State Of Evolution Far Short Of Their Human Capacity.

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

The Problem Lay Buried, Unspoken For Many Years In The Minds Of American Women. It Was A Strange Stirring, A Sense Of Dissatisfaction, A Yearning That Women Suffered In The Middle Of The Twentieth Century In The United States. Each Suburban Housewife Struggled With It Alone. As She Made The Beds, Shopped For Groceries, Matched Slipcover Material, Ate Peanut Butter Sandwiches With Her Children, Chauffeured Cub Scouts And Brownies, Lay Beside Her Husband At Night, She Was Afraid To Ask Even Of Herself The Silent Question - "is This All?"