Your feature article on Mary Cunningham ("Cunningham's Calling: Corporate Commando's New Career Is 'Nurturing' Pregnant Women" by Elizabeth Mehren, Dec. 27) follows the pattern of praising women who are famous for being women.
It is not hard to list a number of truly distinguished women of recent decades who have earned their fame for reasons having nothing whatsoever to do with their sex.
The historians Barbara Tuchman and Ariel Durant come to mind. Also there is Rachel Carson, who virtually invented environmentalism as a popular concern; Ayn Rand, who argued for the individual in a collectivist age; Lillian Hellman, the playwright; Clare Boothe Luce, diplomat; Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher; Katherine Graham, publisher; Golda Meir, prime minister of Israel; Margaret Mead, anthropologist. And these are only a few.
To appreciate better what is involved here, let us think of what it means for a man to be famous for being a man, as opposed to a leader in his field. Arnold Schwarzenegger comes to mind. So do various rock stars and performers, who offer sexiness but little talent.