Macho Modernism cleansed the rubble of war with tabula raza detergent. Hausman, Moses, Disney, Speer, cleaned their shirts, and polished their model citroens from the oppression of minorities, the obliteration of civil rights, and the desecration of nature. Momentarily, utopian paradigms attempted socio-political equilibrium, and at least the right to bear opinions a generation after global hostility.  However, post-modern pudding slurped these object-driven ideas from the explosions early-century to don a familiar patriarchial old boys club-lead Ayn Randian capitalism. Upon which, a suburban social contract was built in response to equal rights with white flight on the golf-courses of McCarthyism.  The enlightenment became armchair activism. Globalism made exotic buildings logos for culture: we comfortably gazed immobilized by smoke-stained towers who confused cement dust with body ashes.  The epitome of the war on urbanism, the family, main-street, and anyone else standing colonially.  But the web bleached communication barriers, and plasticity turfed over Leaves of Grass. Sustainability trans-gendered Green Man into Mother Nature, and their still-born turquoise 3^rd Nature was oiled by their corporate divorce.  Institutional marriage to architecture dies.  Culture is reborn as social practice, because there are no identities, objects, or politics left in the post-apocolyptic contemporary.  After a reign of patriarchial power, it is now time for a feminine urbanism.