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?'
Betty Friedan
I never cared for that song sung by Peggy Lee, Is That All There Is." Too many times that song has played in my head. :0(
ReplyDeleteThe other tune is "I Never Promised You A Rose Garden.
(((hugs)))Pat