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archive.today webpage capture Saved from history←priornext→ 23 Oct 2025 06:31:18 UTC All snapshots from host www.newyorker.com WebpageScreenshot sharedownload .zipreport bug or abuseBuy me a coffee Skip to main content Newsletter Sign In Search The Latest News Books & Culture Fiction & Poetry Humor & Cartoons Magazine Puzzles & Games Video Podcasts Goings On Shop 100th Anniversary The Weekend Essay The Real Housewives of Moscow Russian women were early to feminism. Now, though, their vision of liberation can look strangely like the domestic trap they were supposed to escape. By Julia Ioffe October 19, 2025 Illustration by Nicholas Konrad I met Alina Rotenberg in the summer of 2012. At thirty-six, she was no longer married, but her last name spoke volumes in Moscow: her ex-husband, Igor, was the son of Arkady Rotenberg, one of Vladimir Putin’s childhood friends and judo buddies. There were a lot of women like Alina in Moscow. They were beautiful, their laser-toned skin and ostentat

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