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It's one of the great ironies of Australian feminism. Despite 40 years of maturation, we still play the man and not the ball. We can't help ourselves. Well before we consider the content and ruminate on the argument a woman might pose, we sharpen our squint, asking, "But who is she?" In the case of New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd, the collective answer seems to be: she's a powerful, sexy little fox who's smart, witty, made it to the top and has got it all sewn up. She's a bitch. The Australian media response to Dowd's new book, Are...