Now that Union HRD minister, the voluble Smriti Zubin Irani, is channeling her inner feminism with her FB post and demanding that it’s time liberals and feminists acknowledged her grit and fortitude, it’s also better if she decides if she wants a liberal or gliberal on her side. Who is a gliberal? They are glib liberals whose intellect and ingenuity hangs on a G-string. The past week has seen a lot of agonising by gliberals. A society diarist dished out a mouthful, calling for “strong liberal voices” to defend journalist Tarun Tejpal, who is accused of rape by a former younger colleague. Then came another columnist, a former merchant of soaps and detergents, to moan about “arrogant secular liberals” who sneer at the low-life Hindutva, Hindi-speaking types even as they sit smugly among their own schoolboy network establishment. Then there was the conservative columnist who loves to talk to the gliberal even if they don’t, by always creating a fictitious dialogue, this time about a Mexican dip.