I love Naomi Wolf even though I feel like she and novelist Tom Wolfe (no relation) are alike in that they are both incredibly observant about human nature and tell mostly true stories about people and life, but their stories inevitably lead you nowhere. I like a story that gives me hope--or a coherent explanation about life at least--not just a whole bunch of observations that get me nodding and thinking and then end by telling me it's all just fate.
Anyway, one piece by Naomi that I do love, even though it isn't new, is this article about pornography and the irony of feminism gone awry: http://nymetro.com/nymetro/news/trends/n_9437/ There is another article on that same site titled The New Position on Casual Sex that is worth a read if you are willing to be sadddened by the emptiness of it all.
Speaking of casual sex, if you have not yet read Tom Wolfe's newest novel, I Am Charlotte Simmons go to Amazon and pick up a copy for you and one for a friend: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0312424442/sr=1-2/qid=1137946338/ref=pd_bbs_2/104-6363575-7318311?%5Fencoding=UTF8
This is a book that should be talked about. Not because it is so deep you can't understand the metaphor, but because it is so raw and honest about sex in college that you (like me) will likely have some deja-vu moments that remind you of experiences you would much rather forget. Since numbing isn't the same as healing, it's better to re-visit those moments with a friend who can empathize and/or sympathize...
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