A female 007 machine-gunning her way around Instagrammable locations might be a dubious sort of advance for feminism. But there is no intrinsic reason why gender—or ethnicity—should be a deal-breaker in casting the next Bond.
Resistance to a female or non-white star is premised on a mistake—not about the culture wars but about the kind of character 007 is.
Bond is not like Atticus Finch or Don Draper; he does not have a psychological essence or inviolable core. He is more like the recurring archetypes in medieval morality plays or the commedia dell’arte—a set of references that migrate between stories and eras.
Bond is less a person than an outline. He is a free man. Or woman.