We've been following with great interest the current battle between the women of Great Britain over the fate of the topless models featured on page 3 of The Sun newspaper. A group of 100,000 or so self-labeled feminists of the anti-beauty kind are petitioning to put a small band of 10 or so page 3 girls out of work. What is even more sad than women fighting among themselves, is the way in which they have separated into two groups: the happy and good-natured, un-intellectual beauties, and the miserably sexless egg-headed bullies. Each camp consists of sadly incomplete women. One group lacks knowledge, the other lacks a libido. Wouldn't it be ever so wonderful if somehow they could merge into women with bodies and brains, free and feminine, politically savvy and sexual. Instead we have a country full of females who either blink uncomprehendingly or glare resentfully at each other. No woman can ever achieve greatness or lasting happiness by hating herself, and no group of women can by hating another. The ladies of the Isles have to learn what it means to be a whole woman, to be all woman, because if Page 3 goes, Ms. Britain will be left irrevocably barren.