Letter from a women's lib dropout
Hey, I wasn't always this way. As short-cut products for homemakers were coming along in the 1960s, they created time for a wife, or husband, to pursue their personal interests, without forfeiting time with the school-going children. The whole family was united and the homemaker, breadwinner and school children were enjoying extra time. This was a highly climactic time for me, and I went back to college for classes.
My husband was the main provider for our family in those days and our child was in school. I became a perfect candidate for the women's liberation movement.
As a family, we prospered: He was in charge, I brought up the rear flank with some extra money, and both of us participated with the child-rearing. As far as I was concerned and for those involved, it was perfect.
Almost immediately however, changes evoked — possibly because two revolutions were taking place: feminists who were calling for full-time work and extra pay, followed by the sexual revolution which demanded equality between females and their male counterparts.
Roles changed rapidly. Women lost interest in non-paying homemaking and men, even children in some cases, were on their own. Marriages disintegrated. People were re-identifying themselves. It occurred to me, we were progressing too rapidly.
I hadn't even begun to identify myself, let alone re-identify myself. And what about the men — and the children?
Women were gaining ground beyond their capacity to contain it. Men and children were losing ground "As the World Turns," as the soap opera goes, and everything turned upside down.
I'd come back into the fold if we'd go back and bring the whole family into the process.
After all, we can be reminded of Eve, and what she started after she gave Adam a bite of that apple. Until things shape up, I'll have to be a Women's Lib Dropout.