The Gender Revolution
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By the fall of 1967, I wallowed in an image of myself as a struggling 23-year-old all-but Ph.D. betrayed by a cheating husband. To escape, I fled my temporary, pot-dealing boyfriend, my Communist Party parents, the spouse I had discovered in bed with another woman, and my hometown of Toronto, to attend a sociology conference in San Francisco. Learn More →