Betty Friedan, The Feminie Mystique (1963 )*
“How could we ever really know or love each other as long as we kept playing those roles that kept us from knowing or being ourselves? Weren’t men as well as women still locked in lonely isolation, alienation, no matter how many sexual acrobatics they put their bodies through? Weren’t men dying too young, suppressing fears and tears and their own tenderness? It seemed to me that men weren’t really the enemy—they were fellow victims, suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there was no bears to kill.”
* Cited from Michael S. Kimmel, Manhood in America: A Cultural History (1996: p. 261).