ABSTRACT
Now that multiculturalism and women’s liberation have captured our culture, it is difficult to convey what it meant to a greenhorn like me to flounder in New York’s to me undefined social strata—that I pretended, not too successfully, to master. Did I move from pillar to post to find my own niche? Was I curious or just unhappy? How long would it take me to stop trying to please parents who seemed unaware of their shortcomings? Was I hoping to find the perfect man to save me? Where was my Persian Romeo?
