Women's fiction is still a mighty force in the market. Publishers paying big bucks to Danielle Steele, Maeve Binchy, Nora Roberts, Robert James Waller, Nicholas Sparks and that ilk will tell you as much, and they'll also point to the widespread appeal of such chick lit authors as Helen Fielding. Women's movies are in somewhat shorter supply, and when a flick intended to appeal to that segment of the moviegoing public is released -- e.g., Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood -- there's always speculation that, if it doesn't draw crowds, that'll be curtains for the genre.

Women's plays are even fewer in number, for reasons that probably have to do with current theater economics; yet such pl[...]