I guess I just can’t type today. That first paragraph should read. “How often do people offer to help you…? And later, “It’s a terrible fix to find yourself in.” Or, more properly… It’s a terrible fix in which to find yourself…oneself. I need help.

Plunger and pilage! I love it. Men do the plunging and women deal with the piles of laundry. I think, Sharon, you meant to say plunder and pillage…also valid consequences of “militant ignorance and…entitlement.” But what a lovely little typo!

Yeah, well, still…it’s the thought that counts. Ha!

Liza D! Good for you. How often do people offer help you when your son is having a meltdown? Would that be annoying to you? I know I’ve kept an eye on a second child, while the mom focused on the one who was melting down. It’s a terrible to fix to find yourself in. In this video, I found it interesting that the father never says a word to the youngster. Seems to me a little eye-to-eye communication when he took the Sweeties out of the cart the first time, might have avoided the trouble…but not always. I think that’s the point of the ad. Some people have very little interest in raising a child…they just want their Sweeties. And that’s fine, but please… well, you know the punch-line.

Ann was one lucky woman, Frank.

Another word to add to Mary Evans’ list. Balderdash Fiddlesticks Nincumpoop

Oh, Rats, Joni. I don’t get CNN. Sorry. But I hope you’ll be able to do what you did for the other interviews. I love being able to watch them again and again. Thanks again, as always, for wowOwow.

Lady Gator! That’s an excellent question for Dr. Mark, but I do believe his hostility…and the hostility he generalizes to the entire population…toward the Feminine Mystique indicates a pathology that goes far beyond such a cliche diagnosis. (You have to imagine the ultimate accent on that cliche. I don’t know how how to make my keyboard add it in.) I would never question anyone’s feelings toward their mother. But in Mark’s case…dear, oh dear…I’d be ill-equipped to assess the outrush of indignation such a query might instigate. Can you imagine? Besides, I’m sure Mugsy’s thrilled to know he’s voting for O’bama. And I know I have a lot less patiece with Kentucky red-necks than I have for Dr. Mark. I am the Mother of Sons. We can’t forget that. Spruces up our compassion. For now, it’s not our party here at wowOwow. We can’t help who invited themselves. Our Marvelous Mamas…or whatever they’d like to be called….left the door open. I’m goin’ dancin’ tonight.

Deni, I totally back you up on this. And I’d like to recommend Barbara G. Walker’s “The Women’s Encyclopedia of Myths and Secrets.” She has a rather rabid bias, but she does expose a number of ancient matriarchal societies that are thoroughly researched. They were more common than I ever realized. And really brutal.

Another good point.

Yes, Bella. My dad reaction like that, even though most of his brain had been destroyed by a stroke. They say Beethoven did the same thing.

Why do feel compelled to be so rude? What’s a Ur-feminist? I think you still have a lot to learn about human affection. Sometimes, there’s no attachment disorder involved at all. Frank Peterson? There’s a huge difference between a man in love and man who’s pussy-whipped. Am I right or wrong?

Hi Mark, At the risk of being ostracized by the other women on this site, I want to say that I understand your perspective on the cultural impact of the American feminist strategy to create gender equality in American politics and the work place. In several posts you have spoken about your own experience, which I believe informs your perspective. I would only ask that you consider the experience of others. One of the reasons I love Candice Bergen is she was playing Murphy Brown during the years that I was being Murphy Brown. Not that I was ever as together as Murphy Brown, or as successful. I was more like Erin Brockovich, except I never focused on anything quite as profound as the monumental feat she accomplished. I was just another single mom. Not because I walked out on my husbands, but because the men I trusted walked out on me. Many women entered the workplace during the ‘60’s and ‘70’s, not out of some out-sized ambition to become the next Kate Hepburn, but simply to feed our children. And I, for one, was grateful for every inch of credibility the feminists gave me…which didn’t amount to much in the city where I lived. I still call it the “patriarchal den on ineqity.” Today, there are women working alongside their faithful, hard-working spouses to make ends meet. And it is unconsciounable that they are still being discriminated against on the basis of their gender. I realize there are many worthy men who have litereally been broken by the inordinate alimony and child support payments demanded of them by the courts. And I do believe that these inequities must also be addressed. But I’m not the only woman who pounded the pavement, alone, looking for respectable work at an equitable wage. And I think their plight is also worthy of your consideration.

Beautiful, beautiful, CC. My sentiments precisely.

Oh, and Liz? I’d love to help you organize. I’m good at it.