I have a swirl of blog posts in my head, and I'm trying to sort out the contradictions this morning.

Caitlin Flanagan writes about the woman at Duke who turned her sexual exploits into a vicious PowerPoint presentation and finds her pitiable. Hanna Rosin says that the the PowerPoint slides were funny and empowering. Some Princeton grads exchange vile e-mails about their sexual exploits and are regarded as scum.

Is competitive, cruel, and documented promiscuity gross when men do it, but cool and empowering when women do it? Confused.

This week, it was hard to turn away from the gross details of Hugh Hefner's sex life. A room full of blond 20-year olds had ritualized group sex with an 80 year old. Some of the participants explained that they were grossed out by these evenings, but Hugh handed them $2,000 out of his safe at the end of evening and provided free plastic surgery to the girls. They endured Vigra-fueled evenings for the opportunity to meet Charlie Sheen and to make their B's into double D's.

Last week, I stumbled across a show on E! called, Bridalplasty. It's a reality show where girls compete to win plastic surgery, so they can look their boob-alicious best on their wedding day.

How does all this gel with the statistics that show that girls are outperforming boys in school? Hanna Rosin's TED talk on the "End of Men" makes a compelling case for a future run by women. It's hard to imagine those busty girls in wedding dresses running a multinational company. Will Hef's sexmates ever argue a case before the Supreme Court? Probably not. Duke's PowerPoint girl will probably be able to shake off her notoriety and end up as one of Hanna's success stories, but snickers will follow her into the boardroom.

I suppose there have always been girls like Hef's sex-for-surgery gals, who have no other options in life beyond becoming sex toys for rich, old men. Despite gains in education and career success for women as a whole, there are still these pathetic creatures. It's tempting after one watches Rosin's TED Talk, to say "OK, feminism has won. We're done. Time to pack up and look for another fight." Clearly, we're not done yet.