This has been an awful week for losing brilliant women.
(And thanks, Marian, for letting us know in comments. I can’t imagine this being OT.)
Margalit Fox of the New York Times says it as well as I could:
Betty Friedan, the feminist crusader and author whose searing first book, “The Feminine Mystique,” ignited the contemporary women’s movement in 1963 and as a result permanently transformed the social fabric of the United States and countries around the world, died yesterday, her 85th birthday, at her home in Washington.
That’s a good start, isn’t it?
She spent her life identifying and attacking the ways in which women are taught to live only for others. She tore the mask off of June Cleaver. She made it so that women like my mom could have real live careers and be proud of them.
I was supposed to be in bed several hours ago, but I wanted to mark her passing if only in brief. I’m sure zuzu and Jill will have their own posts. She had a long and complex activist life, and there’s a lot to talk about.