SOURCE: “I Am Woman, Hear Me Whine,” in National Review, Vol. 50, No. 14, August 3, 1998, p. 49.

In the following review, Vincent unflatteringly describes the character of Bridget Jones as a “feminist.”

What would Gloria Steinem do if she met Bridget Jones and started chatting with her? Would Miss Steinem blanch, faint, walk away in disgust? That's a meeting I'd like to see, but, alas, it will never happen, because Bridget is fictional.

Bridget Jones's Diary recounts a year in the life of its title character, a goodnatured but discontented middle-class professional whose diary reads like a Judy Blume novel. Bridget is a flake. She's a nice enough gal, if sometimes a bit catty, but at the ripe age of thirtysomething she can't seem to get her life together. She's an editor at a British publishing company and she has a degree in English literature, but she can't spell. She's desperate...