It was such an uncomfortable and sad read, yet I kept rereading parts until I finally finished. I mean I just read this book because being a woman concerns me. So yeah femininity is only an artificial construction of societal and cultural requirements/commodities along time and space. Reading de Beauvoir makes me rethink my feminism and femininity a little, and think more about the need of new models for the coexistence of women and men. Perhaps this should be a good read for every woman, it refers what and why a woman is from perspectives like physiology, psychology, anthropology, sociology, history, politics, etc. In a sense, de Beauvoir has been a kind of psychotherapist that has guided me to understand my nature a wee bit better, I even feel more empathic, and probably I even want to contribute, maybe not to women liberation, but to woman understanding.