Posted Tue, 02/05/2008 - 10:11 by carol white
I’ve just been rereading Betty Friedan’s The Feminine Mystique again, on a whim, I guess. I read it in 1963, at the time of its first publication, and it was such a breath of fresh air. “Aha, I thought someone to explain to me that the blank wall of hostility that a rebel like me kept bumping up against.” And (true confessions being in order I wasn’t such a aware rebel really). I felt plenty of unease and even guilt when confronted with the “evil” of my non-conforming ways. Needless to say I didn’t “love Lucy.”
