Can women really have it aaarrrrgh - sorry, that noise you can hear is me beating me face and fists against the keyboard. Of course they can't. No one can.
First, because it reminded me how social media is full of smart, funny and opinionated women, and secondly, because the article seemed to have struck a chord.
When I was asked to write about what it means to be a woman now, my first thought was that too often it feels like an endless test for which you are not allowed to prepare.
So female politicians are ruthlessly judged on their outfits, but woe betide any who admit to consulting a fashion magazine or a stylist.
If you're a powerful woman, you're expected to be a Natural Beauty; a serene swan gliding across a still lake, letting no one see your feet paddling furiously below the surface.
Happiness is only awarded to the flawless.
Of course, to put it bluntly, that idea is rubbish.
And so is the idea that if you enjoy things like clothes or spending your lunch hour in Vidal Sassoon you have failed as a feminist. That in order to support the sisterhood, you must not wash or look in the mirror, and only wear clothes that you find abandoned at bus stops.
No one is perfect; we're all just trying.
I spend more time than most women writing about the fashion industry, and the media, and body image: but I love Americas Next Top Model. Oh god, do I love it. (Although the last few series have been rubbish. Bring back Miss J!)
Anyway, its not the most cataclysmic revelation in the world, but the i More