Bitchin’ Women

I am sick and tired of “women.” Well, not all women, just women who are always demanding that we all assume that they are victims of discrimination and that men ought to feel guilty about it and either grovel, pay through the nose, or preferably both.

You can’t pick up a paper or turn on the news nowadays without some well off woman bitching about Rick Santorum or Rush Limbaugh and demanding that the taxpayers pay for their birth control pills, abortions and every other thing they define as a woman’s “health issue.” For some reason only women have “health issues,” but the last time I checked women could expect to both complain and live significantly longer than men.

Not only don’t I think women have nothing to complain about; I’ll go further and say that they never had anything to complain about. Life for women may have been different in the past, but it wasn’t necessarily worse.

Take my mother (please!) and her generation. She was brought up to believe her mission in life was to use her looks to acquire a smart, rich (or potentially rich), and preferably tall, good looking and compliant man who was expected to support her and her children in much better circumstances than that to which she had become accustomed. That she didn’t find such a man who fit all those requirements is still a source of disappointment and regret to her.

Back in the 70’s or 80’s, my sister, after many years of marriage and child raising, went to college. She eventually earned a college and graduate degree and then secured a job which allowed her to support herself. I don’t believe my mother felt all that good about my sister’s accomplishments because, alas, my sister never found a fabulously rich husband who would keep her in BMWs and relieve her of the burden of having to earn money.

But I really don’t blame my mother: She is a product of her generation, a generation who believed women should be supported and protected by men.

But then the 60’s came along. One terrific thing about the 60’s was the civil rights movement. No, the civil rights movement was all right. Rather it was, as Nick Carraway in the Great Gatsby, says about Gatsby: “the foul dust that floated in… [its] wake,” part of which was the modern feminist movement. Now, women were demanding access to the same jobs in business and professions that had been mostly filled by men.

Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I do have a problem with the way the issue was framed: Women who raised children, kept a household, and/or did less demanding “women’s work” like teaching school were taken to be enslaved, while women who who worked at demanding, full time, high pressure jobs were to be considered liberated.

My mother found it hard to adjust to this brave new world where because more women went to college than men and where increasingly there were more women in law and medical school than men, men no longer followed the rules of chivalry. She didn’t understand that in this new world, young men would cease to be as solicitous of women as they were in the old days.

She compained to me about her granddaughter’s husband who had just spent three years at Georgetown Law School. It seems that, let’s call him, Steve failed to rise when a woman walked into the room. Hadn’t he been taught manners? I had to explain to my mother that Steve had spent the last three years in law school classes where at least half of the students were women who would have cut off his, uh, legs to get ahead of him in the race for high paying jobs. After that, he was supposed to behave towards women like Woodrow Wilson was still president?

But as I said, my mother can be excused.

Those I can’t excuse are the women who want it both ways: those who demand special treatment (free abortions etc. and the right to accuse anyone who criticizes them of bigotry and be taken seriously) because they are women and thus, by definition, victims of a fictional male oppression.

Besides, their supposed oppressors long ago gave in and continue to give in to their demands with barely a whimper.

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