![]() ![]() We're still, after all this "liberation," confined to the role of Chopin's "Mother-women" strikingly often. We're reduced to breasts and our sex more often than even we want to admit. There’s still a significant disparity of women in mathematics and the sciences. How many women run Fortune 500 companies? ALMOST Zero (fewer than 5%). But how many women are in active combat? Zero. There are women in the army now, female firefighters, women working in construction and architecture and mathematics. Sure, we don't have men telling us that we "belong" at home any more (or at least not as often). ![]() The best thing is to suffer mutely and yearn for a rescuer, but suppose a rescuer doesn't come? If you scream, people say you're melodramatic if you submit, you’re masochistic if you call names, you're a bitch. ![]() "What'sa matter, you some kinda prude?" he said and enfolding us in his powerful arms, et cetera-well, not so very powerful as all that, but I want to give you the feeling of the scene. "Give us a good-bye kiss," said the host, who might have been attractive under other circumstances, a giant marine, so to speak. I've been in these places far, far too often to write off the circumstances in this book as some so flippantly have. I'm really confused what rose-colored glasses they're wearing, because as far as I can tell, the majority of this book is still far too true. I've seen people argue, both here and elsewhere, that this book is outdated and no longer topical. ![]()
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