This is a teaser for a longer post of mine that now appears under the same title over on HuffPo. An excerpt:

It is a truth universally acknowledged that if you write a feminist book, someone is going to disagree with you. And that that someone is just as likely to be a woman. We are women, hear us roar.

It used to be easy (and satisfying) to blame the media for trivializing feminist debate as a catfight. Today, we sisters do it, unapologetically, to ourselves. It’s retro to think that women—who are as different from each other as they are from men—should agree. But in the struggle for power and parity, feminists have historically been, and continue to be, each other’s easiest target. This is our greatest mistake….

Before I get righteous and start calling for sisters to unite around combating, say, domestic violence or poor work/life policy instead of each other, however, a confession: I’ve become unhealthily obsessed by this latest round of feminist warfare. I’ve become my own filtered Gawker, cataloguing slams and online sightings (Leslie Bennetts spotted defending her book sales against The New York Times! Jessica Valenti bravely accepting a Choice award in DC, looking like a hottie!). It’s addictive and I’m not proud. I track these feminist celebs through Google alerts as if they were, oh I don’t know, presidential candidates or Paris Hilton. And like a campaign manager or god forbid Paris’ publicity rep, I scour alerts and follow lengthy comment threads, scanning for lessons….

Read the rest in the new Living Now section at HuffPo...!