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I'm just so thrilled that women will get to play golf at Augusta, and all it took to become worthy was for one woman to become a billionaire through her private equity firm, and the other by putting a kinder, friendlier face on preemptive war, rendition and torture. Who wouldn't be proud of this feminist milestone?

Yes, I know all about the deals made out on the links. I know that keeping women out of the top country clubs effectively shuts down their chances to move up in business. I know all that. But golf? I'm with Mark Twain: "A good walk, spoiled." And getting into an exclusive club also falls under the heading of "First World problems."

The home of the Masters now has green jackets for women.

In a historic change at one of the world's most exclusive golf clubs, Augusta National invited former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice and South Carolina financier Darla Moore to become the first female members since the club was founded in 1932.

"This is a joyous occasion," chairman Billy Payne said Monday.

For some, it was a long time coming.

Martha Burk and her women's advocacy group first challenged the club 10 years ago over its all-male membership. The debate returned this year when IBM, one of the top corporate sponsors of the Masters, appointed Virginia Rometty as its chief executive. The previous four CEOs of Big Blue had all been Augusta National members.

The battle ended in typical style for Augusta National, with an understated announcement that left even Burk stunned.

"Oh my God. We won," she blurted out when contacted by The Associated Press.

I happen to hate golf. It's probably a class thing that has to do with the type of people who belong to these high-end golf clubs, because the members I've known were both racist and right-wing -- although very pleasant people and good at business! It also annoys me to see so many working class and middle class people take up golf, because to me, it's identifying with the oppressor. (Yeah, I really do think like that.)

But hey, women at Augusta! Woo hoo!