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One wave, however, she appeared to have missed.
The women's movement. It had rushed past her,
gathering speed and volume until now she watched it
smash into house after house, while she bobbed out at
sea. Of course, she'd read de Beauvoir long ago, and
all the others, more or less, and while what they said
was no doubt true, wasn't it a bit beside the point, not
to mention defensive? Mrs. Ransom was not one of
those with a passionate capacity to inflame her bosom
by pressing to it all the injustices ever committed against
women since Eve thumbed her nose at a chauvinist
God. When Kate Ransom read her mother anecdotes
from the setbacks and humiliations endured by great
women of the past and asked if the stories didn't make
her want to "blow men's balls off," the answer was
frankly, no, they did not.
The second wave, the militant bra burners, had
amused, then irritated Priss, as had "hippies" in general.
She could barely forgive Sidney Blossom for having
once been one. As a group, they had struck her as not
only unkempt and ill-bred, but insolently naïve. She
quoted Moliere: "C'est une folie a nulle autre