1962. “Before there was Sex and the City, there was Sex and the Single Girl.” Repeat it as a mantra: 1962.1962.1962. When you finally manage to brand this date into your brain, you might have some fun with this handbook that teaches all a single girls should know, like how to leave a full and fulfilling life, i.e. how to dress, to cook, to entertain, to make career, to have sex (and enjoy it) but most of all how to find the (rich) man to marry.
This is why I could barely stand the book: written when feminist was dawning and despite Gurley Brown is positive about the fact that women can have an interesting single life, that marriage is not the most important thing in life “nowdays” and that sex is fun and virginity useless, the author can actually conceive a girl’s/woman’s life only if the final goal is a man. Men are the only real reason why a girl should have interests, keep up, keep fit. That was sad. Often a turn off. That made me not like at all Mrs Gurley Brown but made me really happy that feminism came along and allowed women to be interesting people just for the sake of it.