At first I kept myself going by telling myself how good it was to see how far we'd really come since then. This woman just seemed disgustingly whiney, neurotic, and childish. I've never felt oppressed or smothered by anyone. I am happy in my marriage, my interpersonal relationships, and my self-image. My generation is very different from hers. I was completely unable to relate to her. However, as I listened I found I really despised the main character. So, I finally decided I should fill in this gap in my literary repertoir and "read" it for myself. I had heard that it was a seminal feminist book. I had a memory of this book on my (feminist) mother's bookshelf, and of being titillated by the racey cover. I have always considered myself a modern, liberated woman.
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