I will no longer be referred to as Miss Steinem of Ms. magazine.

Karla Jay's intimate account of life in the early years of feminism and gay liberation is as irresistible as a novel, but as credible, humorous, and unexpected as real life.

It feels as if childhood sexual abuse or domestic abuse of women in the home has increased but actually if you ask women of 60 or 70 years old, the incidence is about the same. We just didn't know it.

We can tell our values by looking at our checkbook stubs.

We're changing ourselves to fit the world instead of changing the world to fit women.

Women must have seats at the table because peace is too crucial to be left only to the politicians or only to the male half of our world.

I always thought that "humanist" was a good word long before I understood that anyone thought it was a bad word.