If women really want equality, we have to wipe the slate clean. It no longer matters in the largest sense what men did to us for the last 200 or 300 years.

When you're that many points behind and they wipe the slate clean, that's what I don't like.

It was the promise of men, that around each corner there was yet another man, more wonderful than the last, that sustained me. You see, I had men confused with life. . . . You can't get what I wanted from a man, not in this life.

Spontaneous and honest love admits errors, hesitations, and human failings; it can be tested and repaired. Idealized love ties us because we already intuit that it is unreal and are afraid to face this truth.

In these days of equality, what's good for women is good for men.

Why is it so universally upsetting for men to have women around them on anything like a footing of equality? Why is the resentment as deep-seated as ever, even if it is now underground? Individual men may have no desire whatever to put women in their