The other night, I went to a screening of Who Took the Bompf, a fabulous doc about the feminist/queer/electroclash band Le Tigre and its demise in 2005, which in some ways marks the end of the feminist-queer-rriot girl era. It was an archive of sorts, of third wave feminism, of rage channelled into poetry, sampling, performance art, music and great costumes.

It seems like feminists, scholars and queers are turning to history these days, to help make sense of the present.