ABSTRACT
Whatever became of the women of the Silent Generation, those coeds of the fifties who took lecture notes while knitting argyle socks for their boyfriends—and never dropped a stitch? Where are they now, the mothers of the baby boom, the settlers of the suburbs? What did they do when their bubble burst in the mid-sixties, when Betty Friedan told them what they’d already sensed: successful husbands, well-decorated “splits,” and high-achieving children do not a full life make?
