Jane Fonda, 66, commemorated International Women's Day with V-Day, a global series of events aimed at stopping violence against women and girls, in Bombay, India with a performance of The Vagina Monologues at the posh Tata Theatre.

The veteran feminist said she was incomplete as a woman until making the decision to participate in the project:

"Violence comes in many forms and affects women all over the world... I have been married thrice. I have fame, money and success but behind the closed door of my marriages I have always given up my power to please the man I was with just so I could be acceptable to him."

All this time shuttling from Copenhagen to Qalandiya telling women to take back the night and through it all, subjecting herself to what she no doubt believes to be the Park Avenue equivalent of psychological bride burning by the likes of Hayden and Turner.

What is to be done for a 35 year feminist, or any other grievant, whose greatest aspiration is to victimhood and why must I consider that to be anyone's problem, but their own? I wonder if it ever occured to the pampered feminists that the only gender-oriented oppression they experience originates internally, and thus, is not oppression, at all. The stumbling block to their success as whole human beings is, in fact, their own baggage, which they cling to like any air-headed diva would upon being informed that her 5-piece set of matching princess luggage does not meet carry-on criteria and must be checked at the gate.

This is the exaltation of victimhood so insidious that one would curse the worst of their enemies with such a legacy. On the off chance that Fonda ever gathered the wit to regret her foray into North Vietnam where she willfully worked as a propaganda tool, she should take notice now because, as bad as that episode in her young life was, it's equally as big a mistake to believe that attempting to recruit women and girls into the global sisterhood of self-imposed dependency could be reflected upon as a glorious life's work.