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 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.


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