After two and a half days out of town, far from the calming influence of my two daily broadsheets, I felt out of touch. So, I turned once again to my beloved New York Times. Now, everyone who knows me well understands my conflicted relationship with Maureen Dowd. Her columns simultaneously amuse me and frustrate me. While she peppers her writing with that caustic wit I love, sometimes I fear that her outright anger undermines the very causes she attempts to forward, many of which are actually quite worthwhile.

But this article on the state of feminism today, or rather the lack thereof, was different. Somehow, it really struck a chord with me. I saw many of the same things that she noted, felt some of the same concerns. And reading it really made me worry. Damn that backlash to the feminist movement. It just makes my life so much more difficult.