Growing up in the 60s, I remember the rhetoric of the so-called Feminist Movement. It was clear to me these second-wave feminists indulged bitter grievances and disdain against what they perceived to be a monolithic, obdurate patriarchy (Public Enemy #1). When Betty Friedan's book, The Feminine Mystique, released in 1963, it showed up on the… Continue reading When Happiness Is The Goal
My reluctance to cede precious time to Ayn Rand's writings (to which I alluded in my previous post) softened last year when I tackled her debut novel, We the Living (WTL). A mere 450 pages, the book depicts the ongoing struggle of men and women in the days after the Russian revolution. Rand selects themes… Continue reading Dystopian Ran(d)t
After an extended (unexcused) absence, I return to word-smithery today, announcing my coming journey into the world of John Galt. This is a journey I've diligently eschewed for nearly 50 years, and I fix the blame squarely on the shoulders of my younger daughter and another dear friend, both of whom recently asked if I… Continue reading The Journey Begins . . .