Erma Bombeck assesses the individual's chances for survival in the seventies, dealing with such issues as the difficulty of replacing a toilet-tissue spindle and the recent discovery that lettuce is fattening
This book hits home in the passage about The Mother Mystique. The one passage I'd love to share is my mother's metamorphosis with her physical appearance through the years. Of course, she had her role models, and by judging from her fashion tastes and family photos, my mother was carbon copy of the following women:
1959
Betty Crocker (apron and waffle iron included).
1963
Doris Day. This phase included a beehive do, box suits and pillbox hats. Que sera, sera
son.
1970
It's a story of a lady who looks like Carol Brady.
1978
Schlemiel, schlamazel look at me I'm dressing like Penny Marshall.
1986
Nancy Regan reds. Alternating with Barbara Bush blues. (Hairstyles not included).
1998
Golden Girl wanna be. Mom's outfits include Bea Arthur gray hair and designer seat suits.
-- Louis Mendez, editorial