This was a fun book, jazzed up with lots of vintage ads. The authors' bias is clearly feminist and anti-big-pharma, so I was in their court from page one. If I have a complaint about this book, it's that it skews pretty young. There's one breezy chapter covering perimenopause and beyond- and that's it. So the target audience is considerably younger than your intrepid reviewer, who admits to more than a passing interest in hot flashes and scary clots the size of Rhode Island. Not that this kept me from being fascinated by the rubber aprons of yesteryear, or being furious about the medicalization of perfectly ordinary reproductive processes. Well worth reading for the historical perspective alone, but as a bonus, guaranteed to make steam come out of your ears when you read about the drug companies scheming to make women feel dirty and sick and inadequate.