Every Monday I meet with a group of female friends in a London restaurant. We sit at a table near the window and discuss our lives. We have many things in common. We are all in our mid-50s and highly educated career women. But there is a vacuum in our lives. We are all single and childless. I increasingly feel, as do many of my intimates, that feminism has failed our generation. I grew up with its beliefs. No, strike that. I was force-fed them. By the age of 13, Christmas presents from my Women's Lib aunt were books by...