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Virginia Woolf introduced us to the “Angel in the House”, now prepare to meet... The Bitch In the House.

Women today have more choices than at any time in history, yet many smart, ambitious, contemporary women are finding themselves angry, dissatisfied, stressed out. Why are they dissatisfied? And what do they really want? These questions form the premise of this passionate, provocative, funny, searingly honest collection of original essays in which twenty-six women ...

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Overview

Virginia Woolf introduced us to the “Angel in the House”, now prepare to meet... The Bitch In the House.

Women today have more choices than at any time in history, yet many smart, ambitious, contemporary women are finding themselves angry, dissatisfied, stressed out. Why are they dissatisfied? And what do they really want? These questions form the premise of this passionate, provocative, funny, searingly honest collection of original essays in which twenty-six women writers—ranging in age from twenty-four to sixty-five, single and childless or married with children or four times divorced—invite readers into their lives, minds, and bedrooms to talk about the choices they’ve made, what’s working, and what’s not.

With wit and humor, in prose as poetic and powerful as it is blunt and dead-on, these intriguing women offer details of their lives that they’ve never publicly revealed before, candidly sounding off on:

• The difficult decisions and compromises of living with lovers, marrying, staying single and having children

• The perpetual tug of war between love and work, family and career

• The struggle to simultaneously care for ailing parents and a young family

• The myth of co-parenting

• Dealing with helpless mates and needy toddlers

• The constrictions of traditional women’s roles as well as the cliches of feminism

• Anger at laid-back live-in lovers content to live off a hardworking woman’s checkbook

• Anger at being criticized for one’s weight

• Anger directed at their mothers, right and wrong

• And–well–more anger...

“This book was born out of anger,” begins Cathi Hanauer, but the end result is an intimate sharing of experience that will move, amuse, and enlighten. The Bitch in the House is a perfect companion for your students as they plot a course through the many voices of modern feminism. This is the sound of the collective voice of successful women today-in all their anger, grace, and glory.

From The Bitch In the House:

“I believed myself to be a feminist, and I vowed never to fall into the same trap of domestic boredom and servitude that I saw my mother as being fully entrenched in; never to settle for a life that was, as I saw it, lacking independence, authority, and respect.” –E.S. Maduro, page 5

“Here are a few things people have said about me at the office: ‘You’re unflappable.’ ‘Are you ever in a bad mood?’ Here are things people—okay, the members of my family—have said about me at home: ‘‘Mommy is always grumpy.’ ‘Why are you so tense?’ ‘You’re too mean to live in this house and I want you to go back to work for the rest of your life!’” –Kristin van Ogtrop, page 161

“I didn’t want to be a bad mother I wanted to be my mother-safe, protective, rational, calm-without giving up all my anger, because my anger fueled me.” – Elissa Schappell, page 195

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Editorial Reviews

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In 1931, Virginia Woolf wrote "Killing The Angel in the House," a stunning attack on the Victorian ideal of the constantly dutiful, perpetually self-sacrificing wife. In The Bitch in the House, Cathi Hanauer takes Woolf's act of demolition a step further, offering a podium to more than two dozen independent-minded women, who write about frustration and anger in their everyday lives. Touching on issues ranging from obesity to the overrated joys of motherhood, the contributors retain their articulateness without losing their rage.
Elizabeth Strout
“What a book, for men and women both. There is no bitterness here, only the eloquence of honesty.”
Cynthia Kaplan
“THE BITCH IN THE HOUSE is… smart, funny, wise, honest, and very probably…the story of your life.”
Elinor Lipman
“I devoured these essays, and took great guilty pleasure in trespassing into these private lives.”
Booklist
“The writing is superb: smart, sassy and honest-oh, are they honest-in this must-read for every woman.”
Seattle Post-Intelligencer
“Starkly revealing …Here is unvarnished truth and more than a smidgen of anger about marriage, motherhood, solitude, and sex.”
O magazine
“The great thing about The Bitch in the House is knowing how many of us there are out there.”
Hartford Courant
“A rollicking, free-flowing, double-barreled think piece.”
O Magazine
"The great thing about The Bitch in the House is knowing how many of us there are out there."
Booklist
“The writing is superb: smart, sassy and honest-oh, are they honest-in this must-read for every woman.”
Hartford Courant
“A rollicking, free-flowing, double-barreled think piece.”
Seattle Post-Intelligencer
“Starkly revealing …Here is unvarnished truth and more than a smidgen of anger about marriage, motherhood, solitude, and sex.”
O magazine
“The great thing about The Bitch in the House is knowing how many of us there are out there.”
Publishers Weekly
In the spirit of Virginia Woolf, who wrote of killing the "Angel in the House," these 26 women mostly professional writers focus on the inner "bitch": the frustration, anger and rage that's never far from the surface of many women's lives. They sound off on the difficult decisions of living with lovers, marrying, staying single and having children. Those who haven't chosen the single life are almost always frustrated by their mates' incompetence or their toddlers' neediness. (They reserve special scorn for overly laid-back live-in lovers content to live off a hardworking woman's checkbook.) While a handful of entries touch other sources of anger being criticized for one's weight, simultaneously caring for ailing parents and a young family, coping with a husband who's out to win his baby daughter's loyalty most focus on the love vs. work problem. For many of these women, this means a struggle over the right to be a bitch and inflict unpleasantness on others for the sake of a higher goal (one's work) versus the feminine imperative to "make nice." While unbridled rage is terribly cathartic even in print it's the quieter moments that provide more food for thought. Daphne Merkin's observation that she's "more equipped to handle the risks of loneliness than those of intimacy" and thus better off divorced, or Nancy Wartik's thought that "some compromises might actually be healthy," will ring true for many readers. Others may find it comforting to know that even smart, articulate, successful women can have deeply unsettled inner lives. Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
Despite the flippant title, the 26 very good writers gathered here offer thoughtful personal accounts that address important questions: Which life objectives should one pursue? Which are attainable, negotiable, or wise? When do we know we are the person we are meant to become? These are honest voices, recognizing that, whatever we might wish, a great deal of what happens to us is beyond our control. Among the contributors are such familiar names as Ellen Gilchrist, Chitra Divakaruni, Natalie Angier, and Hope Edelman, all of whom have written original pieces for this collection. Most of the writers take on some basic feminist precepts, particularly those concerning relationships between men and women, and if the picture they paint is accurate and sometimes a little bitter, it is also often wickedly funny. The writing spans three generations of women, and the younger the women the more surprised they are with how little the script has changed in the melodrama of romance. Edited by Hanauer (My Sister's Bones), a former book columnist at Glamour and Mademoiselle, this essay anthology will offer comfort to real women living real lives. Morrow plans much publicity, so public libraries should stock up. Cynthia Harrison, George Washington Univ., Washington, DC Copyright 2002 Cahners Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780060936464
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 8/28/2003
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 575,164
  • Product dimensions: 5.31 (w) x 8.00 (h) x 0.72 (d)

Meet the Author

Cathi Hanauer

Cathi Hanauer, the author of the novel My Sister's Bones, has written articles, essays, reviews, and fiction for Elle, Mirabella, Self, Glamour, Mademoiselle, and many other magazines. She has been the monthly books columnist for both Glamour and Mademoiselle, and was the relationship-advice columnist for Seventeen for seven years. She lives in western Massachusetts with her husband, writer Daniel Jones, and their daughter and son.

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Excuse Me While I Explode

My Mother, Myself, My Anger

E. S. Maduro


My parents met and started dating on the same day, at the age of thirteen. Forty-five years later, my father still glows when he tells the story of seeing my mother on her first day at his school, and how he offered to walk her home that very afternoon. They dated throughout high school, went to the same college, and got married the day before their graduation, at age twenty-one -- three years younger than I am today. After college my father went to graduate school and eventually became a history professor; my mother worked as a schoolteacher for a while; they bought a cheap house in the countryside and started a family. Presto, the American Dream.

When my older sister was born, my mother stopped working out of the house and became the mom I know her as. The mom who maintained a spotless house and a balanced checkbook and found the time to praise and nurture two growing children, all while having dinner ready and waiting, on the table, every night by 6:30. The mom who put off a career until her mid-forties so she would be available to her family -- which she still is -- though that is not to say she didn't work. My mother's job included, but was never limited to, pickling cucumbers, making jam, doing laundry for four people, changing diapers, teaching two children to read, doing all the grocery shopping for a family, cooking three meals a day (making sure a vegetable was included at dinner), cleaning the house, doing art projects, building snowmen, feeding a dog, driving to the doctor's office, picking kids up from piano lessons, going toparent-teacher conferences, sewing hems in school uniforms, ironing men's button-down shirts ... and so on. I think there are few résumés out there that could top my mother's were she ever to think it worthy of writing -- which she never would.

As a young child -- naturally, I suppose -- I don't really remember being aware that my mother existed between the time I left for school in the morning and the time she arrived at the bus stop to meet me coming home. Laundry and dusting and shopping were far outside my elementary-school-age mind, and if chores were done when I got home, it certainly didn't catch my attention. As I grew older, however, my awareness of our household began to change. My mother went back to school and, at age forty-five, became a special ed teacher. After that, she often came home exhausted at 5:30 and began making dinner. Saturdays and Sundays she woke up early to rush all over, cleaning, cooking, shopping, organizing the calendar. Monday mornings she'd be up at 4:30 to write a report that had been neglected over the weekend, then she'd make me breakfast before school and zip off to work. Gradually, I began to notice that she never seemed to have a moment to herself. Simultaneously, I realized that my father, who took care of all the "manly" household chores -- chopping wood, killing mice -- still had time for a well-respected career and a whole slew of regular hobbies. The setup began to seem drastically unfair to me. Free time, to my high school mind, was an absolute necessity, and I was witness to the fact that my mother seemed to be getting none of it.

This is not to say that I suddenly dropped to my knees before my mother, realized the saint that she was, and thanked her. Instead, I became disappointed in her and -- to my current shame and regret -- ridiculed her for being so undemanding about her own needs and so willing to dedicate herself to maintaining the house and serving us. I became angry at both of my parents: at my father that his chores (take apart and reassemble the kitchen sink, work in the garden, snow-blow the driveway) seemed interesting and challenging and were always impressive to friends and relatives, while my mother's endless chores seemed layered in routine and monotony. Both my parents had careers now, but it still fell to my mother to do every trivial and mindless thing that needed to be done, and I was frustrated with her for never seeming to mind this or to demand more help from my father.

I spent hours as a teenager talking to her (rarely listening) about why she was so accepting of her role in our family. I would recount the way my father would stride into the house after work and she would politely have dinner waiting for him; the way there was an unspoken sentiment in our house that his career was more important than hers. "Why don't you divorce him and find a husband who will offer to clean up the kitchen after dinner and let you sit down for once?" I would yell; or, "How come his job takes precedence over everything else while yours has to fit around all the other things you do and have always done?" Somehow, my mother was always able to shrug me off -- to reply that she was fine, that someday I would understand. But I wasn't at all sure that I would, or that she was. What's more, I believed myself to be a feminist, and I vowed never to fall into the same trap of domestic boredom and servitude that I saw my mother as being fully entrenched in; never to settle for a life that was, as I saw it, lacking independence, authority, and respect.

. . .


I met my own boyfriend, Paul, during my senior year of college. He was absolutely the furthest thing possible from my father, which was exactly what I was looking for at the time. Though I love my father passionately, I was certain that the man of my life would know how to cook dinner and clean the house, would offer to do the dishes, would fold the laundry without being asked. My goal was to avoid the domestic life that my mother had found for herself; the first step was to have a liberal, open-minded boyfriend. I found one with dreadlocks, a nose ring, and a passion for that most nonacademic of subjects, music -- just the opposite of my traditional and overly intellectual father.

The Bitch in the House. Copyright © by Cathi Hanauer. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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Table of Contents

Introduction
I Me, Myself, and I
Excuse Me While I Explode: My Mother, Myself, My Anger 3
Getting the Milk for Free 15
Crossing to Safety 23
Moving In. Moving Out. Moving On 35
Papa Don't Preach 45
Memoirs of an Ex-Bride: Looking Back. Looking Ahead 53
II For Better and Worse
I Do. Not.: Why I Won't Marry 65
Killing the Puritan Within 73
Houseguest Hell: My Home Is Not Your Home 85
A Man in the Heart 91
Why I Hate That My Mother Was Right (Well ... About Most Things): Turning into Elizabeth Taylor 101
How We Became Strangers 111
Erotics 102: Staying Bad. Staying Married 123
My Marriage. My Affairs 133
III Mommy Maddest
My Mother's Ring: Caught Between Two Families 147
Attila the Honey I'm Home 159
The Myth of Co-Parenting: How It Was Supposed to Be. How It Was 171
Daddy Dearest: What Happens When He Does More than His Half? 181
Crossing the Line in the Sand: How Mad Can Mother Get? 193
Maternal Bitch 205
The Origin, Procreation, and Hopes of an Angry Feminist 217
IV Look at Me Now
Married at 46: The Agony and the Ecstasy 227
The Fat Lady Sings 239
The Middle Way: Learning to Balance Family and Work 249
What Independence Has Come to Mean to Me: The Pain of Solitude. The Pleasure of Self-Knowledge 257
The Perfect Equality of Our Separate Chosen Paths: Becoming a Mother. Or Not 265
Contributors 277
Acknowledgments 281
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First Chapter

The Bitch in the House
26 Women Tell the Truth About Sex, Solitude, Work, Motherhood, and Marriage

Introduction

This book was born out of anger -- specifically, my own domestic anger, which stemmed from a combination of guilt, resentment, exhaustion, naivete, and the chaos of my life at the time. But ultimately, it is not an angry book. It's a book that shows us that the trials and tribulations of our work and relationships, children and homes and sex lives -- complete with their passions, dysfunctions, and frustrations -- are not ours alone but the same or similar struggles of so many others. It's a book that reveals that if the grass sometimes seems greener, sometimes it is. And sometimes, it's decidedly not.

The book began two years ago, after my family-my husband, Dan, and our two children, then aged four and one -- had just left New York City to move to a small town in Massachusetts where the kids could each have a room and Dan could work part-time from home instead of fulltime from an office, enabling him to write his second novel and do his part of the co-parenting arrangement we'd both always (if vaguely) envisioned. The move came, for me, after an autonomous decade in my twenties indulging in all the things I had come to value -- a rewarding, lucrative career combined with exercise, romance, solitude, good friends -- followed by six whirlwind years that included marrying, moving three times, and birthing and nursing two children, all while contributing my necessary share of the family income by writing a monthly magazine column, publishing a novel, and completing a second novel under contract. By the end, I'd worked my way up to roughly two-thirds time hired child care, much of it taking place in our apartment (in which I also worked). Our final year in New York had been a veritable marathon: nursing a baby at the computer while typing to make a deadline; sprinting home from my daughter's nursery school, both kids in tow, to return phone calls; handing the children off to Dan the instant he walked in at night so I could rush out to a coffee shop to get my work done. When we moved, I expected things to finally be different. I'd be able to work purely and efficiently to focus as I had years ago -- knowing Dan was on during those times. We'd be calm, we'd take family bike rides . . .our New Lives would begin.

Instead, my life, my marriage, my schedule, felt more overwhelming than ever. The phones rang nonstop. (We had three different "distinctive rings" -- Dan's work line, my work line, and the family line, Total nightmare.) FedEx packages and cartons of books I was supposed to be reading -- I was writing Mademoiselle's monthly books page at the time arrived by the week, to be added to the still -- unpacked boxes that rimmed every room, dust bunnies breeding around them. I rarely managed to cook a good dinner, as my own mother had virtually every night, and I rushed my children through the hours so I could get to all the things I had to do, furious when they wouldn't go to bed, when they were up calling me in the night. Dan was doing more parenting than he ever had (and feeling, I imagined, like a better father than those of previous generations simply by virtue of being around), yet I still felt I was the one who managed and was responsible for the kids -- from their meals to their clothing, activities, schoolwork, baby-sitters, birthday parties as well as handling all the "domestic" things I'd always done (grocery shopping, cooking, laundry, school and social responsibilities, and so on). I still had the same work -- my income was now even more important -- and, it seemed, less time than ever to do it. My days were nonstop at high speed, my brain flooded with lists and obligations.

All day long, I stomped around barking orders, irritable and stressed out. I was angry at the cat for waking me, at the car for having no gas when I got in it (late for something -- always late), at the toy I'd just tripped on . . . and at Dan. Because he'd used up the coffee filters or Cascade without putting them on the list; because he'd finished his work and had time to check out the New York Times and Salon while I struggled to find time for mine; because I was always more anxious and frantic than he was. Of course, I'd fallen in love with him partly because of this very calm, but now his ability to relax when I never seemed to felt unfair, oblivious, even rude. I resented him and this chaos I found myself in -- even as I never stopped being grateful for the elements that created it, Two healthy children, a nice home, an interesting job . . . what could I possibly be mad about? And yet, mad I was.

So, night after night, once the kids were asleep (sort of), I left laundry unfolded, phone calls unreturned, school forms unfilled out, and my own work undone to go online and fire furious e-mails to my friends to try to figure it out. And I began to realize something. A lot of these women -- particularly those who, like me, were ambitious women (often writers) juggling jobs and marriages and, sometimes, small children -- also were resentful, guilty, stressed out. "I want a partner in my husband, not another child," one fired back at me. "I told him if something doesn't change, I'm leaving, even though we just got married," said another, adding, "Yesterday I actually had a fantasy that we got a divorce, moved back into our separate apartments, and just dated each other again." "I'm fine all day at work, but as soon as I get home, I'm a horror," said a third. "I'm the bitch in the house."

The bitch in the house. That's exactly how I felt. The opposite of what Virginia Woolf called The Angel in the House -- but with anger to boot. Sometimes my friends and I would get on the topic of our sex lives, or -- in the case of the married ones, it seemed-lack thereof. "Put me anywhere near a bed and I just want to sleep," said one mother. The recently wed woman mourned the loss of the "hot sex" she'd had with her husband before they'd tied the proverbial knot. One young single friend who'd just moved in with her boyfriend already felt the waning of her desire. (In the same breath, she spoke of how it scared and amazed her how angry she got at him sometimes -- how she'd walk in from work and see a sinkful of dishes and explode with rage, while her poor boyfriend watched, baffled, from the couch, beer in hand, newspaper spread before him, stereo blaring the Dave Matthews Band.)

Newspaper and magazine stories appeared regularly to echo our feelings. "Why Women Hate Their Husbands," screamed a cover line on Talk magazine. (The article's subtitle: "Love, sex, family, career -- it was all supposed to be so easy for the modem woman. Then why are this therapist's patients so furious?") In a piece in the New York Times Magazine, a modem working couple visited the Love Lab (a Family Research Lab in Seattle that, after watching a couple interact, predicts whether they will divorce), and, the male half of the couple reported, "In ten minutes, my wife chalked up one hundred and thirty moments of criticism. I displayed one hundred and thirty-two moments of defensiveness." (His wife, he went on to say, "was a keen critic of an institution into which she had twice been recruited. Marriage, she said, was advertised falsely -- the myth of enduring romantic love -- and its responsibilities sharply limited a woman's growth.")

Women's number one issue in sex therapy had shifted from not being orgasmic to lacking desire; a doctor friend in California confided to me that the top two complaints of her female patients were lack of libido and "inexplicable rage." One friend (full-time working mother, two small kids) told me: "Every woman I know is mad at her husband, just mad mad mad at everything. Every time I bring it up to a woman like me, she just goes bananas. . . . R and I had a fight the other night that involved him saying he feels like I resent him all the time and I feel like he's always failing me. . . . We have that fight about once a month."

Naturally, this outpouring of anger interested me. I began to ask these women about their thoughts and experiences -- to dig deeper -- and to consider and compare potential reasons for this seeming epidemic of female rage. At the same time, I started reading a new book called Flux, in which journalist Peggy Orenstein, after interviewing 200 women in their twenties, thirties, and forties, concludes that "Women's lives have become a complex web of economic, psychological, and social contradictions, with opportunities so intimately linked to constraints that a choice in one realm can have unexpected consequences (or benefits) ten years later in another." Orenstein calls the modern world a "half-changed" one, in which "old patterns and expectations have broken down, but new ideas seem fragmentary, unrealistic, and often contradictory." And I began to wonder if, far from being irrational (or me just being a spoiled brat), my anger -- and that of my friends -- had clear-cut wellsprings, sources that didn't go away because we had more choices than other generations of women or because we had loving, sensitive partners or even because we led full, privileged lives.

At the end of Flux, Orenstein offers suggestions for women, one of which is to share their experience with one another, to "talk across lines of age and circumstance." As I read those words, I realized that this was what I was already doing: gleaning comfort and advice, sympathy and wisdom, from friends of all ages in all situations. The more women I spoke to -- whether they were angry or not -- the better I felt, and the more insight I gained into my own life and the lives of other women also struggling, whatever their issues happened to be. And I saw that I could expand this correspondence I'd been having and ask many more women to join in the sharing and revelations: women who'd grown up in homes like mine and in less traditional or middle-class ones; women who'd chosen to marry but not to have children, or to have children but not to marry; women who'd divorced, sometimes twice or more. Women who'd remained single and without children. Women with "unusual" arrangements-open marriage, for example, or becoming someone's mistress. To name a few.

Ask I did: the most interesting, eloquent women I knew and knew of. I approached mostly novelists and professional writers, but also a handful of other smart, thinking women who I knew had a story to tell. I requested of these potential contributors that they explore a choice they'd made, or their life situation -- or their anger, if they felt it-in an essay; that they offer an interesting glimpse into their private lives, as if they were talking to a friend at a café. One after another, they signed on. And this book was launched.

By the time I sat down to put it together, I had much more than I had ever hoped for. The authors range in age from twenty-four to sixty-six; their topics and experience incorporate a great breadth and range. Anger, domestic and otherwise, is covered in many incarnations, particularly in the book's third section, "Mommy Maddest": one writer, Hope Edelman, furious because her husband wasn't present enough when their baby was young; another, Laurie Abraham, because hers was so present it made her feel threatened and competitive as a mother. Novelist Helen Schulman describes being overwhelmed by simultaneously caring for her ailing, aging parents and her two young kids, not to mention her marriage and her career. And two women, Pulitzer Prize-winning science writer Natalie Angier and novelist Elissa a both write candidly about their own longtime anger and what it means-and what they hope for -- when it comes to their children.

But as the book evolved, anger turned out to be only one small part of a much greater picture. Many of these women weren't enraged, in some cases because earlier discontent had led them to pursue a less traditional road, challenges notwithstanding. In the first section, "Me, Myself, and I," Kerry Herlihy tells of finding herself pregnant by a married man-after once being betrayed by another married man-and deciding to have the baby on her own, asking for and expecting nothing from the father (though also welcoming whatever he wanted to give); later in the book, Pam Houston details her chosen path -- one of autonomy and adventure-and her own debate, at age thirty-nine, about whether or not to have a baby. Jen Marshall shares her story of moving into a Massachusetts apartment with her longtime boyfriend, quickly finding herself stifled and depressed, and ultimately moving back out -- and then to New York -- opting instead for long-distance romance with the man she continues to love faithfully.

In the book's second section, "For Better and Worse," Catherine Newman -- bisexual in her twenties -- ruminates about how and why, finding the institution of marriage politically and socially offensive, if not downright absurd, she now lives with her lover (and the father of her son) without becoming his lawfully wedded wife. Novelist Hannah Pine unveils her choice of open marriage: how it came to be, how it works, what she gets out of it, and how she deals with the inevitable jealousy of being alone and awake at five o'clock in the morning knowing her husband is out with another woman.

Many other authors -- in this section and in the book's final one, "Look at Me Now" -- also raise the shade on their own marriages or sex lives (or both) to show us their passions and processes of enlightenment. Cynthia Kling reveals how she learned to use her imagination -- and to maintain her creative and "forbidden" side -- in her current marriage in order to keep it sexy and sexual; novelist Kate Christensen offers some similar sentiments in presenting her struggle, at age thirty-five and as the daughter of a mother who ended three marriages, to learn how to be a wife-something she initially found almost unbearable. Novelist and poet Jill Bialosky confesses to a loss of intimacy and sexual desire in her marriage after her son was born, while Hazel McClay contemplates why she ultimately chose a man she loves over men with whom she's had passionate sex, even though her current and true love "has never wrapped me in his arms, never covered my mouth with his and kissed me until I gasped for breath."

Daphne Merkin's piece about her ill-conceived wedding -- the uncomfortable if perhaps appropriate prelude to her equally ill-conceived marriage-reiterates that divorce, idealized fantasy though it might be for most married women at one time or another (and valid and necessary solution that it is for many a bad marriage), is hardly nirvana, particularly as one gets into middle age, when, as she puts it, "everyone else suddenly seems to be married-safely tucked in for the night in their tidy Noah's Ark of coupledom -- while you're out in the lonely forest scavenging for a warm body to huddle up against." Memoirist Natalie Kusz depicts a different kind of loneliness -- and victory-in her essay about being an overweight woman in an unsympathetic and insensitive society.

That's just a sampling of the words and topics that make up this book, subjects covered with grace, wit, humor, depth, irony, sadness, and striking candor. Many of the twenty-six contributors contemplate decisions and aspects of their life that they've never explored publicly before; they get down and dirty in ways that may shock and titillate. Their pieces reflect, in a chorus of different voices, the elations and disappointments of our lives as fervent and ambitious women today.

As for me, my life, and the anger that spawned this book, I conclude it, thankfully, from a somewhat less pissed-off place, partly because my family and I have settled into this town (found baby-sitters, a housecleaning service, out-of-home office space for Dan) and our children have aged from four and one to six and three (more sleep, less physically exhausting/ all-consuming care), and partly because, with practice, we've gotten better at co-parenting: I've learned to ask for the things I need (rather than doing them myself while seething in silent resentment), Dan to carry out his share regularly and efficiently. Though as the mother I'll probably always feel that I bear the main responsibility for my children's care and upkeep (as Daphne Merkin once put it, feminism can come and go, and egalitarian fashions can prevail or not prevail, but it's the rare household where the brunt of the solicitude and concern for the children-and, I would add, for the community-falls on the father) and though this will continue to infuriate me at times when my life feels overcrammed -- I also relish the sense of importance being a mother brings to my life, as much as I thrive on the satisfaction that comes with my career. I am not willing to give up any of it, even if the price is exhaustion. And reminding myself of that, as often as I have to, is calming and liberating.

In fact, in many ways-at least during the good months (enough income, absence of overwhelming deadlines, no one down with the flu) -- my life now is probably as close to what I envisioned, moving here, as it'll ever be. Which is not to say I don't find plenty to be furious about. The claustrophobia of marriage-even with its security and coziness. The chaos of raising children -- despite their funny sayings and sweet little breath. The stress of combining a career with both of the above -- a career that keeps me vital and self-possessed. And so on. In considering it all, I can't help thinking of a T-shirt I once saw, touting a whitewater river known for its currents, that read "This place sucks. Let's stay." I've chosen this life, and I'd chose it again in a heartbeat, but like many of the women in this book, I'm a perfectionist and a malcontent with a too-full schedule, eager to reap every morsel I can from my brief time on this earth. And if that means I'll never be The Angel in the House-and it does, as I've learned -- may my family forgive me.

But enough about that. I turn you over to twenty-six other women: provocative, intriguing, deeply contemplative women, gloriously exposed. May they move, amuse, and enlighten you as they did me.

-- Cathi Hanauer The Bitch in the House
26 Women Tell the Truth About Sex, Solitude, Work, Motherhood, and Marriage
. Copyright © by Cathi Hanauer. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.
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Introduction

Women today have more choices than at any time in history, yet many smart, ambitious contemporary women are finding themselves angry, dissatisfied, stressed out. Why are they dissatisfied? And what do they really want? How do they negotiate the immediate demands of their families with the exigencies of their careers? How do they satisfy themselves and the expectations of others? How do they forge lasting, meaningful relationships with others in the midst of fragmentary, hectic lives?

These questions and others form the premise of this passionate, provocative, funny, breathtakingly honest collection of original essays in which 26 women writers invite readers into their lives, minds, and bedrooms to talk about the choices they've made, what's working, and what's not.

With wit and humor, in prose as poetic and powerful as it is blunt and dead-on, these intriguing women -- ranging in age from 24 to 65, single and childless or married with children or four times divorced -- offer details of their lives that they've never publicly revealed. And in turning their magnifying glasses on their own lives, these writers expose many of the surprising realities of everyday life for women.

The result is an intimate sharing of experience that will move, amuse, and enlighten. This is the sound of the collective voice of successful women today, in all their anger, grace, and glory.

Discussion Questions

  1. In "Excuse Me While I Explode," E.S. Maduro (not her real name) describes an ongoing dilemma: "Almost as if to entitle my anger, to justify or even fuel a frustration that's already there, I will -- for now, at least -- refuseany help from anyone, then bask in the fury of having too much to do and no time for myself." Can you relate to Maduro's problem? Do you find yourself exasperated by the stresses and responsibilities of your everyday life, and yet at the same time, proud of what you are capable of accomplishing on your own?

  2. Daphne Merkin, in "Memoirs of an Ex-Bride" describes possible byproducts of marriage as "the loss of identity, the potential claustrophobia, the feeling of being utterly trapped." Can you identify with these feelings in any way? Do you think that they're exclusive to a marital relationship? How do they compare to your own experiences?

  3. In her essay, "A Man in the Heart," Hazel McClay (not her real name) describes a level of emotional intimacy with her partner that is not matched by an equal level of sexual passion: "[G]reat married sex rarely seems to involve the romance-novel stuff -- the quivering, the melting, the physical passion." Were you surprised by how forthright the authors in this anthology were about their waxing and waning sex drives? Did you find any of their accounts of sexual passion resonated with your own experiences?

  4. "The problem is that the marital negotiation, by its very nature, can suck the passion and mystery out of any relationship." Do you agree with this statement by Cynthia Kling? Does familiarity necessarily breed contempt or dispassion in love? Have you found ways of making your romantic relationships "new"?

  5. In "Daddy Dearest," Laurie Abraham discusses her young daughter, Edie: "There is no one in my life whom I've ever been so grateful to escape and so grateful to see -- moment to moment, day in, day out." Does this reflect your experience (or the experiences of those you know) as a parent? Could the same statement be made of a lover, a spouse, or a family member, or is this phenomenon unique to parental love? Did Abraham's account of competition with her husband for Edie's affections strike you as unusual?

  6. Did you envy or abhor any of the disparate paths chosen by any of the women in this anthology? Did any of the essays in The Bitch in the House make you laugh, or enable you to see yourself more clearly? Which ones?

  7. Jill Bialosky writes in "How We Became Strangers": "I knew that my imagination and longings were central to leading an authentic life." How would you describe an authentic life? Are you living your life in a manner that allows you to be true to your beliefs and your passions? What, if anything, would you change about your life if you could?

  8. In her essay, "The Middle Way," Ellen Gilchrist writes: "Family and work. I can let them be at war, with guilt as their nuclear weapon and mutually assured destruction as their aim, or I can let them nourish each other." Do you think that family and work are diametrically opposed in the grand scheme of life? Have you found a way that enables these aspects of your life to "nourish each other"?

  9. Was the substance of The Bitch in the House what you were expecting? Was there any subject addressed that you were surprised to see in this book? Was there any topic not explored that you would have liked to see included?

About the Author:

Cathi Hanauer, the author of the novel My Sister's Bones, has written articles, essays, reviews, and fiction for Elle, Mirabella, Self, Glamour, Mademoiselle, Parenting and numerous other magazines. She has been the monthly books columnist for both Glamour and Mademoiselle, and was the relationship-advice columnist for Seventeen for seven years. She lives in western Massachusetts with her husband, the writer Daniel Jones, and their daughter and son.

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  • Posted November 11, 2009

    Something to think about

    See, I'm not the only one who gets mad! I could relate to almost every story. This book made me laugh, think and forgive.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 5, 2003

    Did I write that?

    I'm not 1/2 way through this book and already I am recommending it to every woman I know, conserative to liberal, religious to atheist. The messages in this collection are universal to all women. The first three essays literally made my jaw drop...it was as if someone crawled into my head and put my personal thoughts on paper. For the first time, my feelings on womanhood feel completely validated. A book to bring us into the 21st century. Empowering, not a bit degrading, just honest.

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  • Posted November 5, 2008

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    Every woman should be reading this.

    Young and old, wise and not so-wise can certainly gain insight from this book. Sharing 26 different views on the life of being a woman, this book contains so much raw emotion and truth and reality of life for women anywhere in the world. Whether you're single or married, a parent or happy not being one, fat or skinny, career-oriented or a stay-at-home parent, straight or gay, younger or older, the emotionally-driven mind or "logics only"..whatever the case may be, this collection of essays has somemthing each of us can take from. I congratulate the book's writers on acknowledging that most of us have a weird, if not backwards, image on who we want to be and the reality of who we shall become and by providing insight on how to counteract so many of our shortcomings. The writers in this book are well-seasoned and have learned their lessons the hard way, so my only inquiry would be, why not learn from them also, the easy way !

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 21, 2004

    Speechless

    The book describes in detail true accounts of women's experiences dealing with love, sex, marriage, and personal belief. The book is definately worth a read for someone who is looking to understand there partner. chapter 26 or something dsescribes a women and her relationship with her boyfreind in which she says, 'he absolutely adorded me,he feel in love with me, but Instead I won! How can you manage and go through everyday life with someone like that.' poor Jhonny!! How do women want to be treated?Anywayz its a good book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 4, 2004

    There could be more

    I have no doubt that these stories are true, heartfelt, honest. It was interesting to read viewpoints that were different than mine--and most were. But I thought there was one aspect over-represented and one aspect severely under-represented. Over-represented: the preponderance of contributors who are writers by trade. Under-represented: I don't recall any mention of soul/spirit/God/Higher Power/Great Mother and I think one's relationship with that force intimately affects how we relate with others in our lives.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 8, 2003

    WOW!

    Finally a book that tells it like it really is. After I was done I let my husband read it and he has been treating me like a Queen ever since. A must have for every woman, any color, any age, married, single or in limbo.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 28, 2002

    This is Your Life

    My God, I loved this book. Almost every single essay is so bold and says things that we all think but never admit (except to one's therapist!). Speaking of which, I told my therapist about this book and she smiled and said, "Three of my patients have already told me about that!" I think one of the most important aspects of this book is the breaking down of myths--about marriage, motherhood, sex. We all go into these things with certain expectations, and then when our lives don't match those expectations we're disappointed and think we've failed. But we haven't. It's just life. And the beauty of this book is how it reveals your own life to you in ways you hadn't thought of. A big Thank You to all of these women!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 20, 2002

    Degrading...

    It never fails to amaze me how some women think self-degradation is an avenue to personal power. This book is degrading to women. Have a little respect for yourelf! Buy something else.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 23, 2002

    Cathartic

    This highly cathartic, very revealing and, ultimately, extremely truthful book is a great way to blow off steam while also picking up a few valuable insights.

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