Before I read Cheryl Mendelson's Home Comforts, I kept a lot of secrets. I didn't tell anyone that every day I take an old toothbrush to the crud that collects around the faucets, that I rarely talk on the phone without a bottle of Windex and paper towel in hand as I walk around wiping off fingerprints. Housework is the third rail of feminism. Do too much of it, and you are out of the sisterhood. Talk about it, and you will find yourself discounted at work and shunned at parties.
But Mendelson, with her graceful, witty best seller on making...
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