Saw "On the Basis of Sex" today and I was crying like a baby at

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17. I always made it a point to tell both my son and my daughter of what it was like.

I didn't care if they rolled their eyes (they didn't) or didn't want to hear it one more time. I still tell them stories even though they are both middle aged now. They are both good feminists. When my son was in college he was a reporter for their newspaper. He called me one day just to tell me that he was going to be the only guy who asked to interview Gloria Steinem when she came to do a talk at the college. He said, "I just had to call you to tell you this."

I think many of us if not most of us women of a certain age could tell stories about how few rights we had as recently as the '70's. I supported my husband while he was going to college yet I couldn't get a credit card. In 1975 I had to have my husband's signature on a medical form agreeing to allowing me to have a tubal ligation. I worked as a secretary in all male departments and endured sexual harassment on a daily basis.

The stories are endless.