An inspiration for so many of us. I mourn, grateful for her example.

Thanks for posting this.

I read "The Feminine Mystique" when I was 24, already married with two small children, already wondering how it had happened that person I was in college no longer mattered -- that I was supposed to be Betty Crocker, that my success was supposed to be helping my husband be successful (right down to making his peanut butter sandwiches and ironing his shirts) or having bright children who maybe learning how to turn a domestic chore into some kind of art form: like baking my own bread or making my own curtains.

Friedan's book had a huge impact on my thinking and on my life. I went back and read the opening chapter on the Web and it brought tears to my eyes. It was the beginning. There were other books later, but none that had that blast of truth for my generation.

Friedan, I suspect, will not RIP. There is no peace to the wicked.

She is now before Jesus explaining why she hated God so much.