It is The Women's Room by Marilyn French. It is a Feminist grouch session, catalog of he-done me-wrong, poor me's from 1977 that typifies male bashing. The thing that made me angry when I read it in roughly 78, not long after it came out , was that none of the blasted females in that book took any blanking responsibility for anything that happened to them. It was all the fault of men and circumstances and society's oppression, etc.<quoted text>Do tell. What stack of bound paper invokes this reaction from the masses?
I was in grad school. I had just turned single. I was just figuring out how to be self supporting and the problems that entailed. I should have been the target audience and it made me frigging furious. I finished the book and threw it across the room. That felt good, real good at the time, equally good in retrospect.
Anybody who has grouched about Feminism with a capital F could point to that book and justifiably say ,Told you so. It could well be the proto-canonical writing for The Red Pill BS ( which aggravates me just as much as Feminism with a capital F).
I never throw out books. I donate them or sell them at HalfPrice Books. There have been 2 exceptions; The Women's Room and The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty by A. N. Roquelaure (aka Anne Rice) which grossed me out and that is saying a lot.
/End of rant/