There Is No Such Thing As Security.

Bras Are A Ludicrous Invention; But If You Make Bralessness A Rule, You're Just Subjecting Yourself To Yet Another Repression.

Human Beings Have An Inalienable Right To Invent Themselves.

The Fear Of Freedom Is Strong In Us. We Call It Chaos Or Anarchy, And The Words Are Threatening. We Live In A True Chaos Of Contradicting Authorities, An Age Of Conformism Without Community, Of Proximity Without Communication. We Could Only Fear Chaos If We Imagined That It Was Unknown To Us, But In Fact We Know It Very Well.

In A Sane Society No Woman Would Be Left To Struggle On Her Own With The Huge Transformation That Is Motherhood, When A Single Individual Finds Herself Joined By An Invisible Umbilical Cord To Another Person From Whom She Will Never Be Separated, Even By Death.

The Housewife Is An Unpaid Worker In Her Husband's House In Return For The Security Of Being A Permanent Employee: Hers Is The Reductio Ad Absurdum Of The Employee Who Accepts A Lower Wage In Return For Permanence Of His Employment. But The Lowest Paid Employees Can Be And Are Laid Off, And So Are Wives. They Have No Savings, No Skills Which They Can Bargain With Elsewhere, And They Must Bear The Stigma Of Having Been Sacked.