It was very enlightening and at the same time sad that this book is still very relevant today. Naomi Wolf's book made me angry enough to want to do something about the way women are still treated and to debunk the beauty and other bull*** myths we've been raised on and still raising on young women. I also want to keep on educating myself and learn ways I can fight back and be part of the new wave of proud feminists.
In many ways, this book from 1990 is dated. Time has progressed, and especially the media has changed since the publication of the book. Yet so much of it is still relevant, and though I don't agree with all of Wolf's analyses - her conception of the patriarchy is too amorphous and monolithic for me - there is so much that is useful and insightful. Wolf lovingly describes the aging female body in a way that I wish was more prevalent.
Beauty is a contest in which no one ever wins. Let's deconstruct the hell out of it.