Congratulations to Katie Roiphe, who is now on the permanent faculty of N.Y.U. (Although the school would probably say differently, in a sense she got feminist superhero Ellen Willis's old job.) Roiphe, who once wrote an infamous screed about the "guerrilla feminists" who made a generation of girls afraid of rape on campus (unlike the previous generation, which was just afraid of rapists on campus), will somehow be the "assistant director of the graduate Cultural Reporting and Criticism program" in the journalism program. Ms. Roiphe, who captivated a nation with such musings as "I wondered who they wanted the night back from and what they wanted it back for," teaches a class called "A History of Women Cultural Critics," which introduces students to important writings by women such as Nellie Bly, Susan Sontag and Maureen Dowd.

Searching for a handy way to tell whether or not you're an asshole? See which of the Babble commenters' reactions to this picture of Maggie Gyllenhaal providing her infant with nourishment you agree with!

If you like to use mass transit or walk around, you've probably seen a poster for the FUSE network's new series "Rad Girls" and thought, "WTF? Rad Girls? Whatever." Those were my thoughts too, until I accidentally sort of watched part of an episode of this show last night, and now I'm completely convinced of two things:

Feminist blogger Jessica Valenti's new book Full Frontal Feminism has a controversially betorsoed cover, which she justifies to New Yorkmag like so: "Let's face it, no young woman is going to pick up a book with the woman's symbol with a fist on it." Is that what books about feminism usually have on their covers, though? Let's look at some recently published ones.

I gave up drinking coffee again yesterday. Obviously this is the worst decision that anyone in my position could ever possibly make, but whatever. I had to stop drinking it because it was fucking with my tummy. Know what else fucks with my tummy? Being pilloried by random internet strangers about my appearance in our blog comments. "Oh, the irony," you'll say. And you'll be wrong! This is our playground. Get your own damn blogs, men. It's easy.

What do Motoko Rich, Janet Maslin and Michiko Kakutani have in common? They're all part of a sinister conspiracy against women in general and woman author Leslie Bennetts in particular. In a letter on the HuffPo, the ten-year vet of the Times takes issue with yesterday's Times article suggesting that maybe women don't want to read books about the whole working mother dilemma. She notes that her own book, The Feminine Mistake, has already moved more copies than several other titles to which it is compared and then likens herself to critically-injured New Jersey governor Jon Corzine. But wait, there's more!

In "Mommy Books: More Buzz Than Buyers," Motoko Rich sets out to prove an intriguing thesis: that the whole issue of whether mothers should work or stay at home with their kids is so fraught, so thorny, that women refuse to buy books about it. The article is illustrated by a photo of author Leslie Bennetts and her family, and indeed, the first four paragraphs focus on one SAHM-blogger's dismissal (sans actual reading, of course) of Bennetts' recently-published book. And then we come to this little bundle of confusing.

David Blum once again demonstrates the rhetorical skill and journalistic integrity that marked his stewardship of the Village Voice with a review of Leslie Bennetts' new book, The Feminine Mistake, in the Sun. But wait! Is it a book review at all, really? It kind of reads more like a vitriolic ad hominem attack on Bennetts, followed by a misguided critique of the only two paragraphs of Bennett's book that Blum seems to have actually read. Odd, but not really so unexpected (to recap: Blum, Sun). It's towards the end, when Blum is criticizing Bennetts for wanting all men to become stay at home dads—something that Bennetts never actually does, or even implies in the book—that things really go off the rails.

When Peggy Orenstein worried in the Times magazine recently that the huge scary monolith that is Disney Princess culture might be "the first salvo in what will become a lifelong struggle over [her daughter's] body image, a Hundred Years' War of dieting, plucking, painting and perpetual dissatisfaction with the results," we understood her concerns, but were marginally reassured that the studies she cited elsewhere in that article seem to indicate that girls grow out of this shit and are mostly unharmed by it. And then today we saw this website for Kirstie Kelly for Disney's Fairy Tale weddings.