The Feminine Mystique

The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan

One day, the best that will be said of this book is that it is antiquated, that one cannot believe how silly the whole account sounds. Unfortunately, we’re not quite there, but close and getting closer. The images of Friedan’s portrait of women (and men) most accurately represents the mid-twentieth century, though we would be remiss if we did not recognize some shades and colors of the whole landscape in our own society. Her multifaceted exploration of identity as a function of gender – as a presumed/assumed role – is especially prescient. That the pangs, the heartache, and real, true suffering should not accompany the development of a life given the bounds of sex and gender seems obvious. That to this day and from Friedan’s publication they do is apparent. One day – we can only hope and strive for now – they won’t. And we’ll be the better for it.