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My response to at least these three ideas are first, sure you are happy as you are, because you don't know any different. You haven't had any opportunity to truly experience anything else and your posi- tion is nicely described in the old proverb, "Ignorance is bliss." To those who think they are free, I urge you to change roles completely to- morrow and you will soon discover both the limits and price of your "freedom." But you already know them and you wouldn't dare take up the challenge. Your response to my assertion is just a whistling in the dark and a bolstering of your own present position. To the last thought, I would quickly reply that while not a Communist agitator, I plead guilty to being a humanist agitator, and yes, I would like to change your way of life. I have never been one to say that because anything always has been that therefore it should always be. What was good enough for my grandfather is by no means good enough for me. I hope I have made some human progress and in some ways at least an improvement over him and his times.

Next, let's consider how this gender thing got started. It isn't biological, it's cultural. Animals don't have gender. While the possi- bilities of separating and perfecting characteristically different life styles for males and females has theoretically existed since the two different sexes evolved, it had to await the sophisticated develop- ment of a thinking and speaking animal to bring it to reality. Perhaps I can illustrate its beginning a little better with an allegorical story.

It seems that one day Mrs. Cavewoman was down by the stream with her children while the old man was off somewhere hunting. She noticed that heel marks in the mud filled with water. She then picked up a handful of mud, made a depression in it with her other hand and dipped it in the stream. Lo and behold it held water. At that point she was interrupted by one of the children; she put the primitive cup down on a rock and went to look after the child. Several days later she again noticed her cup from which the water had now evaporated and the mud had baked dry in the hot sun. She wondered whether in this condition it would still hold water and dipped it in the stream. It did. Sooner or later the idea occurred to her that if she made it bigger, let it dry and then filled it with water it could store water in the cave which was some distance from the stream. She made such a vessel and thus was born ceramics.

Well, over the next months she got pretty good at creating shapes and even decorating them. One day she made a particularly large

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