Its an unusual time in our world. Everything is changing; our role in society is constantly evolving, we are maturing and aging, yet our lives are never really any better, just different. As women, we’re torn between so many responsibilities and still must go home to cook dinner when the day is over. We have children to care for, though our efforts are so often mediocre at best, after everything else is done. We dreamed of love and marriage as little girls, but are disillusioned and divorced, single and broken-hearted. We gave our love too quickly, before we even knew his heart. The feminists say it’s our right, we can…