A hyperthyroid josh at housewifery and women's lib -- both pro and con (it's hard to tell how much and when) -- via strained and packed hyperbole involving a gaggle of kaffee-klatching neighbors. The gimmick here is to attack the housewife's fatigue symptoms with Pentagon manuals (such as General Lootskeller's Guided Missile Plan -- ""Ail I have to do is decide upon a target, act as if I've already hit it, and my inner battle center will carry me to victory""). The narrator also hurls herself into marriage-mending, an extravagant make-up regimen, instruction in karate, and a visit to a guerrilla strategy session at a Green Beret Headquarters. Unfortunately the author never quiets down to deal with anything other than surface stereotypes.