Sometimes I lament that the heroic struggles over pop feminism are behind us. I reminisce about the great Veruca Salt Wars or the Battle of Alanis, when mighty armies mobilized on the field of public opinion. I wax nostalgic for an age when voicing a preference for En Vogue over Mecca Normal could reduce a horn-rimmed junior mandarin to splutters. But inevitably some crisis of "authenticity" stirs up the ghosts of that era, and then I remember: The '90s were... More >>>