Gloria Steinem, Power Geezer

What is Gloria Steinem's advice to young women these days?

To do "whatever they fucking well please," America's foremost feminist said, stabbing into poached eggs at a brunch-mobbed diner on a recent Sunday. "Ha ha ha! Have some fries."

Ms. Steinem, a luminous 71, still curses, looks hot and paints her nails. Extremely thin and clad in black, she was wearing her frosty gray-blond hair in a loose ponytail. She kept her aviator sunglasses on as she ate. "I still care how I look," she said. "But I don't go out and get skin cancer by tanning anymore. I mean, if I can't get dressed in 20 minutes, it's not worth the time."

In an era when the word "feminist" has been hijacked by the right wing and turned into an epithet, women are still noticeably absent from positions of power and many young women are repelled by the idea of calling themselves "feminists" -- preferring to spend their time and energy showing off their midriffs and getting bikini waxes instead -- Ms. Steinem's outlook remains stubbornly positive.

She said that sometimes her own generation "doesn't recognize what activism and feminism look like in the younger generation. Because my generation was more threatened by sexuality or nudity, in the sense that we felt threatened if we didn't behave in a certain ladylike way. When we see young women running around with their stomachs exposed and tattoos and whatever, we don't understand that to them, it's an expression of power." She added that she probably "dismayed" her own elders early on by wearing a miniskirt and a button that said "Cunt Power."

These days, Ms. Steinem lives with a mutt named Moji and a 15-pound cat that she rescued named Galahad -- "which some asshole declawed" -- in the same Upper East Side apartment she's occupied since the 1960s. The dog was inherited from her husband of three years, the dashing environmentalist David Bale (father of "American Psycho" actor Christian Bale), who died in 2003. "We never could quite think of ourselves as 'husband and wife,' because it's such a loaded term," Ms. Steinem said. "So we used to say 'the friend I married.' The tendency to identify a woman by her husband was mitigated because I had more public identity than he did. So it kind of came out even."

Bale loved to accompany her to lectures, she said, and was popular with young college gals. "They just wanted to know that it was possible to be a whole person and still have a relationship with a man." Their wedding ceremony was performed by a Cherokee Nation chief in rural Oklahoma, with 99-cent beaded rings distributed to the guests. The bride took a bit of heat for getting married, but not nearly as much as one might have expected for someone whose public identity was forged on the front lines of women's lib.

But then again, Gloria Steinem has always played a curious role in the women's rights movement. She never published a manifesto or developed a Big Theory. While Andrea Dworkin was raging against pornography and other sisters were staging "marriage interventions" and refusing to shave their legs, Ms. Steinem appeared sexy and beautiful with her swinging coif and giant shades, serving as the movement's glamorous muse. (She infuriated some of her fellow feminists at the time by hogging all of the media attention.)

Ms. Steinem first splashed onto the scene in 1963 with "I Was a Playboy Bunny," an article about her time waitressing at Hugh Hefner's Playboy Club; she later wrote a political column for Clay Felker's New York magazine; she co-founded the National Women's Political Caucus and Ms. magazine in 1971, which she edited until 1987. After the last presidential election, she launched a women's media center and is also looking into starting a women-owned national radio network. She is presently at work on another memoir, about her travels as an organizer around the United States since 1969. "I thought it might be important in a minor way to do as a genre, because it's not a female genre," she said. "'On the road' is thought to be too dangerous for women. The on-the-road books you think of are by men."