I think it was 1964. I had a baby and a two year old. It was early in the morning and I wasn't all the way awake. I had just changed the baby's poopy diaper and went into the bathroom to rinse it out (no disposable diapers in that time). I saw that my two year old and done a nice poop in the potty chair.
This presented me with a dilemma - the toilet would only flush once and then you had to wait for the tank to fill up. So, I thought about the best way to go about this and decided to rinse the diaper first, not flush and then dump the potty. I was thrilled that I had figured out the most efficient way of taking care of this chore.
Then I thought to myself that it was pretty weird that a smart gal like me had no better use for her mind than figuring out the most efficient way to dispose of poop. I laughed to myself.
Later in the 60s when I read Betty Friedan's, The Feminine Mystique, about how motherhood and housewifeing might be too little for all women to spend their lives doing - that all humans had a contribution to make and it surely must be possible for women to be good mothers, homemakers, and still contribute other things to the world, I remembered that morning when I was thrilled about efficiently disposing of poop and understood what Betty meant.
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