Dating in the shadow of the sixties was a new dawn for women. Helen Reddy sand, “I am woman,” the same year as Roe vs Wade in 1972. The era of women barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen was ending and the start of burning bras and women’s lib. TIME’s article “Who’s Come a Long Way, Baby?” from August 31, 1970, mentioned,
“They want equal pay for equal work, and a chance at jobs traditionally reserved for men only. They seek nationwide abortion reform — ideally, free abortions on demand. They desire round-the-clock, state-supported child-care centers in order to cut the apron strings that confine mothers to unpaid domestic servitude at home…”
It was an exciting time to be a woman. However, I was raised and taught how to cook and clean and take care of a man and how to be a perfect housewife. It was as if it was hereditary how women kept perpetuating subservient behavior. Television was just learning how to persuade viewers to their advantage and manipulate views. In college I hung with two other attractive girls and we were referred to as “Charlie’s Angels,” a popular TV show about women saving the world. Aretha Franklin came out with the notion that women should be respected in the late sixties. The decade marked the decline of the Vietnam War and the hippie culture and the start of women’s stretch into independence. “Sex, drugs, and Rock ‘n Roll” was the motto of the times. Free love was women’s way of saying, “I can do what I want, I am woman.” The church was breaking down along with the notion to wait for sex until married. I was caught in the tide between the perfect wife and the independent woman.