At a dinner party recently, a British journalist asked me to quickly define the difference between second- and third-wave feminism. I stumbled a bit, muttering about diversity and post-modernism and something about sexuality. But now I realize I should have just told him that the difference is Madonna.
Larry David is a feminist. There, I said it. I know, I know, that jerk? Allow me to explain.
Once upon a time, baby clothes printed with pithy phrases extolling cuteness referred to the cuteness of the baby. But on a new crop of cheeky onesies that I discovered while out shopping for my nephew, it is all about the mommy.
Whenever I see "best of" lists, award finalists and even table of contents, I immediately scan them to see how women fared. And I regularly complain to my husband about the lopsided male-to-female ratio in the bylines of highbrow magazines.