We don't mean to carp, but who's left to read these familiar feminist plaints? After all, the committed knew all the arguments a decade ago, and the resisters are unlikely to respond to the combination of political sarcasm (about, say, the appointment of anti-abortionist Joseph Califano to HEW) and personal witticisms (rotten kids addicted to TV, etc.) that make up traditional liberationist fare. O'Refily's credits include everything from Ms. to Time and McCall's, but pieces on such a topic tend to date quickly, and admonitions about housework (women still retain the primary responsibility, men are at best ""helpers"") have inundated books and magazines for several years. There is little to distinguish O'Reilly's style from that of others in such a field: she can be breezy or heavy-handed (the latter particularly when serious) or simply matter-of-fact, but she seldom scores a neat hit. Just another story-so-far effort, then, from an ex-housewife (now writer and divorcee) who learned the ropes and clung to them for dear life.