Suddenly she was carefree with her automatic dishwasher; there was freedom from brushing between meals with Gleem toothpaste; you could relax if itâ€™s Arnel with new ease of care; sofas covered with Velon plastic meant she was no longer a slave to delicate upholstery; even her waist whittling, calorie-curve-cuttinâ€™ Playtex girdle promised her new freedom. And, best of all, there was freedom to choose from a dazzling assortment at the supermarkets. Patting her lush brown bouffant coif floating like a gentle cloud above her head, Mom left the beauty parlor happy. With a new recipe for cheese fondue clutched in her hands and a sure-fire solution for removing ring around the collar, Mom was content. For now my mother Betty would follow in the footprints of another Betty, Betty Crocker, satisfied in her role as housewife and mother. The problem that had no name was so unfathomable no one even thought they had a problem. It was buried as deeply as our missiles underground, and would cause the same explosion when they were released.
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