The only writer keeping the wild spirit of bohemianism alive today is Katie Roiphe, who once saw a fight.

Daniel D'Addario says that Katie Roiphe's new book is exactly what one would expect. Too bad.

Today, Slate essayist Katie Roiphe goes gynecological, turning her sights on our overuse of the word vagina.

Katie Roiphe, a well-to-do white woman who will not shut up, has a case of mortal ennui which is relieved only by publishing cretinous trolling articles which draw sweeping pseudopsychological conclusions about womankind from a small handful of vacuous anecdotes mixed with pop culture strained through the special Katie Roiphe Psychic Sexxx Fantasyland Filter. The news today is, she is still doing that.

Sex troll Katie Roiphe has taken yet again to Slate to bravely and counterintuitively slay a liberal shibboleth about human sexuality. This time, she is reminding self-satisfied lefties that Rush Limbaugh isn't the only "slut shamer" on the block. Democrats shame sluts, too. Stop shaming them!

Time-traveling Slate essayist Katie Roiphe is back from 2005 with another crazy article about "the information superhighway." This one—a real scorcher!—is about how she will never get off the internet, ever, no matter how many of her friends beg her.

Many were loathed in 2011; these are the ones we call our own. This is not a list of the world's most loathsome characters. This is (with apologies to the NY Press) a list of Gawker's most loathsome characters. Learn them. Love them. Loathe them.

Katie Roiphe. Katie Roiphe. Katie Roiphe. God, what has she written now?

Katie Roiphe—writer, daughter of Anne, white female, upper class, Brooklynite, pooh-poohs date rape, hates Gawker, hates your sex life, you know the one—had a very dramatic experience today. Very dramatic. It was... I don't even... just let me gather my nerves for a moment.

Katie Roiphe, one of the leading sex-opinion-havers of American letters, is the upper crust version of crazy cat woman Andrea Peyser. While Andrea only broadcasts her psychologically-fraught Victorian sexual shame to tabloid readers, Katie Roiphe gets to publish hers in all the favorite news outlets of East Coast Ivy Leaguers. She calls male novelists fey pussies in the NYT Book Review! She told women how to do divorce right in the pages of New York magazine! She pooh-poohed the notion of date rape all over the place! And now, she's taken to Slate—the Gawker of bored academics—to reveal how jokey children's book "Go The Fuck to Sleep" reveals that "yuppie" parents (unlike Katie Roiphe) are doing sex wrong.

On Sunday Katie Roiphe published a big essay (and pink charts) labeling this generation of male novelists "too cool for sex." Author Steve Almond replies in a piece first published on The Rumpus, one of our favorite literary sites.

Long thing everyone's reading by person with funny last name about guys who write famous books, with pretty pink emasculating charts. Old ones=assholes. New ones=pussies. Only pointed conclusion is that John Updike's still a perv. And that's 40! [NYT]

Katie Roiphe, N.Y.U. teacher and date rape apologist, wrote movingly in last week's New York magazine about how she's coping with divorce way better than anyone thinks she is and how she has already met someone and did she mention she's remodeling a house with "honey-colored, wide-planked floors"? She is! But one woman, Linda Friedner Cowen, wasn't so impressed with how adeptly Katie is picking up the pieces.