on its own, --a rigorous and
thorough program of (communist and feminist literature share an
admiration for the euphemism) re-education may be called for.-- That is,
all --non-comrades, non-fellow travellers-- must be subjected to
unrelenting political indoctrination, sloganeering and brainwashing (--A
woman's right to choose! A woman's right to choose!--).
(I sense that my situation with feminism is comparable to that of
pre-1989 writers faced with the task of --debunking-- communism: how
extensive, lengthy and intricate an explanation can one pursue in
explaining that two-plus-two do not equal five, but in fact, equal four
without -- even in one's own view -- treading well within the lunatic
borders of the excruciatingly self-evident? I suspect that feminism,
like communism, must be allowed to --strut and fret its hour upon the
stage,-- --playing out-- its manifold absurdities until even the most
ardent and most willfully ignorant --true believer-- comes to realize --
as has happened with communism -- that --there is no there, there.--)
No. The research which most contributed to my --ideas about women-- was
the series of informal interviews I conducted with mothers and daughters
-- with mothers about their daughters, with daughters about their
mothers, with daughters about their daughters, with mothers about their
mothers. It was really the first time in my adult life that I spoke to
women who I found physically unattractive and the first time I spoke to
women with any motive besides getting them into bed. In the case of the
attractive women that I interviewed, it was a guarantee that I was not
going to get them into bed -- --mothers and daughters,-- as subject,
existing at the opposite end of the conversational spectrum from those
topics which lead to sex -- and (knowing that) for the first time in my
adult life the
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