I have called myself a feminist since I knew what the word meant. Back in the day, I was an athletic nerd, a girl who loved to do math and play sports. Ballet, knitting needles, and dolls just really weren’t my thing. Those were the times when feminists made a passing claim to stand for the less fortunate, those who had not been anointed as one of society’s chosen ones since birth. Feminism proudly stated that we need the talents of all people, that everyone has something to contribute to society.
Feminism deserted me. When Lena Dunham, Wendy Davis, and Sandra Fluke – three wealthy, educated women – parade around their unfortunate circumstances as an excuse for acting like terrible human beings, those of us who believe in equality and justice are left behind. For those who have missed the news, Dunham wrote a book in which she admitted to basically molesting her baby sister. Davis ditched her kids to attend Harvard Law, ditched her husband the day after he cashed out his 401(k) to pay off her loans, and became famous by filibustering a bill that would have restricted abortion after twenty weeks. Fluke firmly believes that it is oppression to buy your own contraception, a burden that justifies overriding the consciences of religious people.
These women are the elites in our culture, from wealthy families or married into wealthy families, with snobby degrees and plenty of connections. Yet they believe that their “oppression” is an excuse to treat babies, their own children, nuns, and their own siblings like dirt, as if children, women of conscience and faith, and the unborn are not actual human beings who also have rights.
I fail to understand how “feminism” can justify molesting a girl child, or how women who won life’s lottery ought to be crying foul about their circumstances. Thankfully, not many other people can, either, which is why those three sorry excuses for women have imploded in spectacular fashion this week. Good riddance.