Ingrid Bengis was only 26 when she wrote this book, and 28 when it was published in 1972. Instantly it became one of the defining works of that era. The title alone is a work of art: pure genius. Thirty-one years later, the book is still compelling. Let's let the book speak for itself:
"The truth is that I do like many men and have thought I loved two or three. But the other truth is that I hate men, both generally and specifically, and that hatred sometimes threatens to obliterate even the possibilities for love."
"Man-hating is a defense, a refusal, and an affirmation. It is a defense against fear, against pain. It is a refusal to suppress the evidence of one's experience. It is an affirmation of the cathartic effects of justifiable anger. What is primary is the possibility for release gained from acknowledging its existence, and the renewal that can sometimes accompany its expression. For if I say today, 'I hate you,' it is in order that tomorrow it might perhaps be easier to say, 'I love you.'"
"Probably there were man-haters of all shapes and sizes and styles and symptoms floating around... a great many of them fast asleep in the arms of the men they love, a great many having dinner with men, going for walks with them, engaging in animated discussions with them. Probably you could scratch a flirt, a liberationist, a housewife, a career woman, a sex goddess, even a contented woman, whatever that is, and find, beneath their delicate skins, a great many squirmy little man-hating creatures making their way slowly but persistently through their bloodstreams."
"Who knew? It might even turn out that deep down many, or perhaps even most, women had a man-hater crouched somewhere inside of them, waiting."
"Problems occur every time a woman decides to do something alone, whether it is going for a walk or sitting in a bar or restaurant or taking a trip to the beach. Whereas there is nothing at all extraordinary about a man alone, a woman along is often thought of as somehow incomplete, so that seeking a secluded corner of a beach means that someone will follow you, and you will be safer sitting in the public section; sitting at a bar, even if you just want to watch what's going on or do some thinking over a glass of something or other, means that you are waiting to be picked up, and if you walk down the street alone at night, your solitude implies to many men that you are sexually available."
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