Great Theory, but feminism’s left us in a fix
If only “Baby it’s time”, as chronicled by Bettina Arndt (The Herald, April 12) could be retitled “Time’s up the game is over!” Now that the penny has dropped and we’ve all read with interest about this new socio-economic group – the single, childless, career women – let’s stop gawking and take a deeper look at what has led a growing number of women to find themselves in this vexed situation.
Politics of cleavage an age-old cover up: just ask Hillary
I found myself contemplating Julie Bishop’s bosom the other night. She was waxing lyrical about external exams: all well and good, as you’d expect from the Education Minister. But what struck me about the Bishop bosom is that we barely see any of it. Hardly a hint of cleavage peeps out from those perfectly tailored suits.
Has feminism let us down?
If only “The waiting game”, as chronicled by Bettina Arndt (The Age, April 12) could be retitled “And the game is up!” Now that the penny has dropped and we’ve all read with interest about this new socio-economic group – the single, childless, career women – let’s stop gawking and take a deeper look at what has led a growing number of women to find themselves in this vexed situation.
Wanted: a way out of the unbearable lightness of modern coupling
There’s no doubt for women of the noughties that Sex and the City is instructive stuff. “Let me tell you something about married sex,” said Becca. Becca is one of those cool, glamorous young things, who features in the novel. (Yes, in between reruns of the TV series, there’s always Sex and the City the book.) “What’s the point?”
