Protectiveness has often muffled the sound of doors closing against women.

Some people think I'm saying, 'Women of the world unite -- you have nothing to lose but your men. It's not true. You have nothing to lose but your vacuum cleaners.

I love newspapers. I've worked on newspapers, all my life. I've always loved it.

We can no longer ignore that voice within women that says: 'I want something more than my husband and my children and my home.'

The problem lay buried, unspoken for many years in the minds of American women. It was a strange stirring, a sense of dissatisfaction, a yearning that women suffered in the middle of the twentieth century in the United States. Each suburban housewife struggled with it alone. As she made the beds, shopped for groceries, matched slipcover material, ate peanut butter sandwiches with her children, chauffeured Cub Scouts and Brownies, lay beside her husband at night, she was afraid to ask even of herself the silent question - "Is this all?"

When [the] life span of America women is approaching eighty years having kids is not going to take it up.

The situation of women and men is not comparable to worker-boss or black and white.