Sneak Peek: Uncontemplated

a look at some creeps who owed their careers to Tricky Dick's CREEP.

In 1970, Lucianne Goldberg and Jeannie Sakol created an “anti-women’s-lib group” called Pussycat League. A year later, they jointly authored Purr Baby Purr. They described it as “the long-overdue answer to the Women's Lib and Anti-Man campaigns ... a realistic antidote to bra-burning and other insanities of the WITCH, BITCH and NOW marching societies.”

At the time, Kirkus reviewed Purr Baby Purr as “a manifesto … to take a stand for powder puff and brassiere and against the "political pornography" of Women's Liberation.”

Kirkus Review, 1971:
As they see it, the Women's Lib movement is the product of a "sexually polluted age." The feminine not feminist woman "tingles all over when her souffle rises to perfection"; she also loves to flirt and believes that "marriage is better." Biologically weaker and "passive" in her "sexual moment of truth" she is unsuited to hold down many important jobs in the Man's World (e.g., airline pilot or President) due to her monthly "raging hormonal imbalances" which make her subject to "curious mental aberrations." Heaping ridicule on the NOW sponsored Equal Rights Amendment, the authors argue (?) that it would lead to "court calendars. . . clogged by women who want to be cell guards in a men's penitentiary, towel girls in a Turkish bath, or batgirl for the Yankees." A conspiracy of uglies, malcontents and neurotics, Women's Lib is also "infiltrated" by lesbians (they are compared to Nazis and Communists) who cunningly entice young liberationists away from their beef bourguignon and cooing (not squawling) babies. As you might expect, T. Grace Atkinson rather than, say, Germaine Greet, is their archetypal feminist. When not actually offensive (the female militants are "chienlit" -- dogs that foul their own beds) the pussycats are simply inane -- e.g. "even if all marriages failed, that would not mean that the institution itself is a bad idea." We did bat our eyelashes -- in disbelief -- but it made us want to hiss and yowl, not purr.

Around the same time, as Nixon’s special mix of paranoia and an unquenchable thirst for power raged inside him, Lucianne Goldberg became a willing accomplice to CREEP (The Committee to Re-Elect the President) by embedding herself into the George McGovern campaign as a journalist.

According to George Lardner of the Washington Post, Goldberg was paid $8,000 in salary plus $11,932.35 in travel out of the Nixon campaign war chest. The money was funneled through the law office of long-time Nixon advisor, Murray Chotiner. The scheme was just another Chotiner idea that found itself the subject of a Congressional investigation, all of which died in 1974 with the car crash that killed Mr. Chotiner.

Lucianne Goldberg, who would later be accused of spying on the McGovern campaign, wouldn’t become (in)famous until she partnered with Linda Tripp to betray Monica Lewinski in a salacious thirst to humiliate President Bill Clinton.

Goldberg died on October 26, 2022, but her son, Jonah Goldberg, has taken up the anti-feminist mantel with a particular disdain for the “feminization” of America’s military.

Jeannie Sakol went on to write, you guessed it, erotica. She died on October 25, 2014.