On Saturday, on her 85th birthday, Betty Friedan died.
I read The Feminine Mystique about 30 years ago. I don’t recall that I found it at all earth-shattering; on the contrary, had the expression been around at the time I would probably have said, “Duh!"
And that’s exactly why I owe Friedan and the other early feminists such a debt of gratitude. I took it for granted that I would get an education, have a career, and have a family, but prior to feminism that was not at all obvious. The feminist movement today is currently stuck in an extreme leftist quagmire, but I will never forget the achievements of Friedan and others, and how much better my life is because of them.
Thank you, Betty. Rest in peace.