What Gurley Brown was saying is simple but powerful. She espoused the same virtues of independence as Friedan did, but for the purposes of landing a better man and gaining the cars, the house, the maid, the "good life." Gurley Brown herself was the first to admit that she wasn't a bombshell and hadn't been to college. She'd started as a secretary at a West Coast ad agency and scrambled her way up the ladder. Sex and the Single Girl not only valorized the American virtues of hard work and social climbing, but took it a step further by implying that these are the things that beget true love. Such ideas weren't new to postwar society — Rona Jafee's The Best of Everything was a hit in the late '50s — but Gurley Brown made the concept positive and hip.
Sex and the Single Girl was just the beginning of Gurley Brown's influence. Three years after it was published, she became editor of Cosmopolitan and transformed the struggling magazine from the professional journal of suburban housewives into the bible for urban career women. Whatever she was selling, American women were buying it: Friedan's Feminine Mystique sold three million copies in its first three years of publication; Cosmo under Gurley Brown was putting out two-and-a-half million copies a month. It became the female equivalent of Playboy — from the other side of the gender divide, it encouraged its readers to live independently of their families, support themselves financially, buy the latest consumer goods and have guilt-free sex.
Television was quick to join the party. "That Girl will be your girl!" promised an ad promoting ABC's new 1966 programming hit, in which Marlo Thomas — who was also the show's executive producer — played Ann Marie, an aspiring actress who gets her own apartment in New York (with her father and fiancé close by, of course, to reassure viewers that she wasn't a total strumpet).
The forces of marketing and media imply that what men really want is a piece of arm candy who turns into Blowjob Queen of the Universe upon demand.
That Girl provided a schema for a generation of women, as well as a generation of TV shows, like The Mary Tyler Moore Show and Rhoda. These shows portrayed independent women as strong, sexy and funny, while at the same time selling them Coca-Cola and Ajax.
Thus, our current idea of what single life should be for women: If you do well in school, live in an interesting place, pursue glamorous hobbies, have a career, surround yourself with a loving circle of friends — but, most importantly, make the most of your physical beauty and get in touch with your sexuality (that is, put out) — then happiness will follow. The question, then, is why so many women who pursue this dream are not happy.
I can offer a few guesses. First, it seems to me that the modern educated, talented, ambitious woman finds herself trapped between the hammer and the anvil. On the one hand, she's been told that professional achievement will make her loved and accepted. On the other hand, the forces of marketing and media imply that what men really want is a piece of arm candy who turns into Blowjob Queen of the Universe upon demand. Women are damned if they do and damned if they don't. We say they should be able to compete with men on a level playing field, but the ones who do so risk being painted as some sort of virago. The problem, in short, is male hypocrisy.
The second answer is economic. More women graduate college these days than do men, and more are likely to pursue the sorts of sexy careers Gurley Brown recommends. It's been branded the plight of the high-status woman. In Manhattan, for instance, women outnumber men and earn more, leaving them with a smaller pool of men to choose from and more competition from their successful sisters. In addition, with more women to select from, desirable men have less motivation to commit.
I can't really say that either of these answers explains the whole situation, however. What I really believe is that the Sex and the Fill in the Blank dream is just another marketing scheme designed to sell mascara, not all that different from Gurley Brown's Cosmo (or Hefner's Playboy, for that matter). Perhaps the real path to happiness is to do what a truly independent person might do: put the Sex and the City DVDs in the microwave. n°
