If what I saw on national and local news of the Women’s March last weekend is any indication of the game plan for getting a woman into the White House some day, may a woman never be president.
Winning by hissy fit? Really?
There they stood, in the shadow of great symbols of the female form like the Washington Monument (ahem), listing their grievances like .... well ... ya know ... I have no idea what they were saying. And I’m one of them!
You had actress Scarlett Johansson, who looked so much like The Donald’s young son Barron that I thought she was auditioning to play him in the made for TV mini series.
You had yer Cher, whose biggest musical comeback happened when she apparently got implants in her rear end, threw on a thong, and straddled the cannon on a Navy ship for a song.
Then there was God’s gift to feminism, Madonna. Her contribution to the 2016 election was offering sexual favors to anyone who would vote for Hillary (she reneged, btw). She outdid herself at the rally by saying that she’d been thinking about blowing up the White House. She later played the age old “woman’s prerogative” card to claim that she’d been taken out of context.
Also on stage was Muriel Bowser, the mayor of our nation’s capital. In her speech she said she wanted to make sure that President Trump knew D.C. has a female at the helm. Now, I mean no offense because I personally think Washington, D.C., is the most beautiful city in the country. Especially at night. As long as you stay between Lincoln and Supreme Court building. Most of that city is scary, even in broad daylight, if you ask me.
Back here at home they managed to get enough women (and a few men) to load up one corner of Stockdale Highway and California Avenue. But the locals, just like their comrades across the country, had no cogent message. Was it abortion? The environment? LGBTQ issues? Man-hating?
Ultimately this was a huge one-day movement with no place to go. Because it’s not based on a mutual idea or cause. Rather, on the most ridiculous thing of all: gender. How can there be an effective movement when the common ground was determined by nature and not beliefs?
Sadly, in my opinion, events where women use being women to demand that they be both equal and special only make those women look like, well ... women. They sounded like nags, demanding that they get a female president just because she’s female. They sounded like gossips, going on about rights being taken from them as if it were a fact.
They were hysterical, like an early 20th century Freud patient who’s so bored that they create a non-existing crisis and react to it. Some of these women used their own sexuality to be offended by being sexualized.
Let’s face it, my sisters (girlfriends, gals, fellow broads, chicks and dames), if you’re going to demand that you get certain treatment, jobs, status, or even the Oval Office because of genitalia, how does it make you any less sexist, demeaning, or oafish than the very people you claim to march against?
Probably the most tragic example of this came in the 2016 presidential primary season when former (and first female) Secretary of State Madeline Albright told a crowd of Hillary supporters that there’s a special place in hell for women who don’t vote for a woman. Beyond the stupidity on its face (would she have said the same had it been pro-life conservative Carly Fiorina vs. Bernie Sanders?), this woman, this respected former secretary of state, in comparing a woman not voting for a woman to the greatest hell-worthy evil, belittled her own family tree for a vote.
Albright fled the Czech Republic with her parents when she was 2 years old, leaving behind family members, including at least two grandmothers, who all died as Jewish Holocaust victims. And in her mind and the minds of many of these marchers last weekend, the most egregious evil was that a woman isn’t in the Oval Office? Really? Really?
And this is why, in the end, this march has no gams. I mean legs.
Here’s a tip to all those lady marchers: You want a gal in the White House? Don’t treat it as an entitlement like you would an wedding anniversary gift. If you’re going to continue to let the men bake from scratch while you’re throwing something in the microwave and demanding reward, may there never be a female president!