The “Little Woman” of Little Rock
Anna Quindlen is a woman with a very good job. Indeed, it used to be said of this job that it was one for which some people would be willing to kill: to wit, she is a regular columnist on the oped page of the New York Times. Twice a week, under the heading “Public & Private,” she offers her musings on anything and everything from war to child-rearing. Rumor has it that the Times had originally wanted to promote her to a position on the fast track to editorial power but she had declined to take it on the ground that she wanted to stay at home with her children—and so she was given the column instead. Whether or not this rumor is true in every detail, it is surely no exaggeration to say of Anna Quindlen that she is a prime example of what the feminists mean when they speak of “having it all.”
Hence readers of the Times had reason to be especially interested in her musings on Hillary Rodham Clinton (“The Little Woman,” March 9), for the past two years the country’s, if not the world’s, leading feminist heroine and now under something of a cloud. As it happened, two days earlier Mrs. Clinton’s husband, in answer to a reporter’s question about Hillary and Whitewater, had spoken feelingly in her defense, particularly in defense of her moral character, saying he knew no one with a keener sense of right and wrong. Quindlen’s column was in a way a profession of her uncertainty as to how one ought to feel about this.
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