This is my new secret shame, the thing I toss back into the blankets over: writing a breakaway pop feminist hit. You may have heard of them before, the Top 40 of Women Studies 101-and-a-half: Cunt, Female Chauvinist Pigs, Manifesta, anything by Camille Paglia or Susie Bright or Naomi Wolf (well, your politics, ca depends), the kind of thing that you are bound to disgaree with me over. Your pop is someone else's postgrad headache, so as they say in hooking, your mileage may vary.


As a test of the (supposedly, functioning, new) comments part of this exchange -- I write, you write half-an-email to me, you come back to the blog, paste it in and hit "Post" -- tell me your love/hate relationship with that feminist pop hit section on your bookshelf, who I'm overlooking, why I'm not suited, what sort of Dick Clark cock I'm going to have to contend with if I want to wear this cool kid (tailored/repurposed/purposefully distressed/over-marked up) t-shirt.


[I can't give you a gold star, which says something about technology, both for that lack, and for my need to hear. from. you.]


So: who's your feminist Kelly Clarkson? Who's your feminist Black Eyed Peas? And who's just fine with being Liz Phair or Huggy Bear?

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