During the latter decades of the twentieth century a war took place; nay, a revolution, a clarion cull to the feminine sex that tantalized, released, and uplifted, and gave new definition to woman's role in the fabric of society. But for all the far-reaching, positive effects of this uprising, there has been a price to pay. Perhaps the results of this conflict, often waged in the home, can best be summarized by a recent interview with a young American female, who experienced both outcomes with the unencumbered perspective of a child. “My mother was a veritable queen,” says Lisa Marie Amarel, until she started feeling guilty. I can still remember how confused I was when she began clearing out her sewing room, putting away the crafts and sewing machine, and replaced them with a desk bookshelves, and computer. She just quietly hid the things we knew she loved, and went back to school to get her master's degree. We were extremely proud of her for that, and for the job she eventually got as a director for rape crisis center. But I never stopped missing the smell of fresh-baked bread, or showing off the clothes she designed and sewed for us.” Lisa discusses what she calls the “feminine rebellion” with candor and mixed feelings. “Oh, I don't think most women liberationists came right out and called you a traitor if you wanted to major in home economics or aspired to raise a houseful of children but the stigma, the censure, was most certainly there. ” “I'm not saying it was a bad thing,” she says, her tone growing more serious. This revolution did a lot for us. It showed us that the world can literally be ours, that our horizons are limitless, just as they have traditionally been for men. But for a long time, our natural desire to nest, to make a gracious home, was downright obliterated. I, for one, am glad we women are beginning to find some middle ground.