Do you remember the moments of childhood that shaped your life?
I have one such memory; I was ten years old and my family had just finished watching the movie 2010, the follow on to the 1969 classic 2001: A Space Odyssey, in which a joint crew comprised of Americans and Soviets goes to Jupiter to find out what happened to the Discovery. I was absolutely taken by the idea of space exploration and the adventure of the unknown. I decided right then and there I was going to be an astronaut. Whatever it took, that’s what I would do.
Firm in my resolve I announced to my father, "I want to be an astronaut when I grow up." Firm in his resolve he replied, "Women can’t be astronauts." So did I become an astronaut? No. Was it because I was a woman? No. Was it because I possess absolutely no aptitude for math and science? Yes. Is that because I am woman? Probably. I will not bore you with the studies that have conclusively demonstrated time and again that women have less aptitude in these areas. Just trust me, generally speaking we stink at math at science.
But, contrary to what feminists think, my take away from the conversation with my father wasn’t to think that I could not do something because I was a woman. Which might confuse some in today’s feminist rich political market, where everyone is trying feel our pain and meet our needs. As if we are so easily swayed by promises contrived to address our "women’s issues," which we are. More on that later.
But why didn’t my father’s remark cripple my inner woman-child, or leave me destitute and unable to function save for all those well-intentioned social programs designed to rescue me from my victimhood? For the simple fact that I knew my father’s views on gender and jobs were merely his opinion. Whereas, his behavior, that daily reminded me that we are each responsible for our own successes and failures, was the true measure of whom I was.
The truth that individual responsibility transcends both biological and environmental factors is what spared me the ideological confusion many experience in college trying to figure out "who am I?" and "why am I here?” Never realizing that apart from God and our parents, no one in the real world cares.
The hard sell in college, that the safest place for women was the Democratic Party, exhorted by male professors, fully in touch with their feminine side, and seconded by female professors whose decades of preaching "we are just like men" — and had unfortunately left them looking like it — fell flat on its gender-neutral face. Feminism, and to a larger degree the Democratic Party, then and now, has nothing to offer me. Mainly because of the point I alluded to earlier, entitlements, better known as the Federal Sugar Daddy.
To be fair, I need to draw a distinction between the classical feminists of the turn of the 20th century who espoused traditional values and fought, rightly so, for the right to vote and impact the policies that impacted them and the feminists of today who espouse liberal values — the only things they’ve ever fought is the urge to snack and cry.
Susan B. Anthony and her ilk didn’t suffer unspeakable indignities, not the least of which was being jailed for illegally voting, just so the modern day woman could blindly vote themselves right back into bondage. Yet, that is exactly what has happened. Which is why I am left to conclude that despite all the protests, bra burning,and in many cases the deliberate failure to be sexually attractive, all feminists really want is a man to take care of them.
The fact is that women of today have more freedom, more money, better jobs and less accountability than they have ever historically had and yet are more miserable than they’ve ever been, and as a result, they consistently vote for the candidate who promises to take care of them, i.e. the Democrat.
I offer as evidence a study published by Columbia University titled "Why Have Women Become Left-Wing? The Political Gender Gap and the Decline in Marriage," which concluded that women have flocked to the Democratic Party because of the man void created by divorce. Which is interesting but doesn’t get downright offensive until you marry it with the New York Times article, "New Look at Realities of Divorce," which reports that at least two-thirds of divorce suits are filed by women. So the net result of women liberating themselves from the oppressive shackles of male dominance through bra burning, the ugly stick, divorce and their vote, has been to vote themselves right back into male dominated oppression by electing men who will take care of them. Gee, thanks.
Democrats know this and have capitalized on the glaring failure of women to be responsible for own choices. If feminists really want to be upset about something, being taken for idiots would be a good place to start. Perhaps feminists could have spared the rest of us bra-wearing, reasonable, attractive women and the nation this mess of a welfare state we’ve become if instead of trying to be men, they just thought like them instead.