Farewell, Betty Friedan.

I found out that Betty Friedan had died during the Children’s Sermon at church. This guy was leading it and mentioned her passing. I was shocked. I don’t really have anything to say about her impact on American history/women’s history that hasn’t already been said. All I can say is that she is partly to thank/blame for my becoming a feminist.

When I was registering for classes my first semester at college, I noted that there was a “History of Women in America” course. I ended up being one of two freshmen (well, women honestly. No men took the course, unfortunately) in the class. Some of the readings didn’t much move me, but when I read the section of The Feminine Mystique regarding “the problem that has no name”, I was hooked. I’ll admit I have yet to work my way through the whole book, but I know that it had an amazing impact on the lives of women in America upon its publication. I was inspired enough to join the feminist group on campus, and later lead same group.

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