It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.
The concept of romantic love affords a means of emotional manipulation which the male is free to exploit, since love is the only circumstance in which the female is (ideologically) pardoned for sexual activity.
Men and women were declared equal one morning and everybody could divorce each other by postcard.
We're more sexually repressed than men, having been given a much more strict puritanical code of behavior than men ever have.
A sexual revolution begins with the emancipation of women, who are the chief victims of patriarchy, and also with the ending of homosexual oppression.
Aren't women prudes if they don't and prostitutes if they do?
I was supposed to be women's lib, and now I'd exceeded it and gone over into international politics.
We are naive and moralistic women. We are human beings who find politics a blight upon the human condition. And do not know how one copes with it except through politics.
Isn't privacy about keeping taboos in their place?
With the first act of cruelty committed in the name of revolution, with the first murder, with the first purge and execution, we have lost the revolution.
Everybody believes in psychiatry; it's supposed to be for our own good. Let psychiatry prove that anybody has an illness, and I'd concede, but there is no physical proof.