B Y S U S A N L . M . G O L D B E R G
Reinforced Every Negative
Stereotype about Women EVER
Back in 2011 I recall being told by my Manhattanite brother-in-law, a hip
and trendy millennial DINK, that the Occupy Wall Streeters were pretty
hot stu. There he sat at our family’s Passover Seder next to my
husband, his unemployed brother, bragging about these righteous rich
kids who could have cell phones FedEx’d to them at Zuccotti Park. Did he
join in the protests? Well, he stopped by during his lunch hour. When I
shot back at his hipster glee with, “If they really wanted jobs they’d put
on suits, get out their resumes and interview for them like everyone
else,” he was speechless. Apparently “cool” ranks higher than an
unemployed brother with bills to pay.
The same frustration I experienced as a tired wife working three jobs to
make ends meet ve years ago resurfaced today when I scrolled through
my social media to nd more than one friend happily attending one of
the many Women’s Marches going on around the country. I have no
problem with a good rally. The March on Washington in 1963 was a great
example of what a march can and should be: A group of peaceful
individuals with shared goals rallying for a clearly dened reason. Not a
group of random folks looking for a public place to play leftist agenda
mashup for street cred.
The platform of the Women’s March is nothing short than a list of
opinionated vagaries written in leftspeak and completely lacking in
factual citation. It was carefully designed to stimulate the passions of
armchair activists who have and will remain ignorant of the majority of
crimes committed against women around the world on a daily basis, at
least the crimes that don’t suit the agenda of the organizers and
supporters of the Women's Marches. Namely organizers like Linda
Sarsour, an Islamic activist who supports the oppressive Saudi regime,
openly meets with Hamas nanciers, and romanticizes Sharia law. And
supporters like Planned Parenthood, a business that participates in
“human organ harvesting and the fetal body part trade.”
I scanned the Internet for any participant able to tell me very clearly
what the Women’s March is supposed to be all about. The answer: Angry
people who are mad that Trump got elected. The best way they felt they
could vent that frustration? Wear vagina hats and carry placards of uteri.
That’s right: If you want to throw the biggest temper-tantrum in
American history, you just need to be a really big pussy.
Women's March 'Feminists' to Pro-Life Woman:
We 'Hope You Get Raped'
"Mommy what did you do to show love trumps hate?"
"I dressed like a giant vagina and shouted obscene things."
— J.R. Salzman (@jrsalzman) January 21, 2017
But, I thought we were supposed to be angry at the crude and dismissive
inferences associated with the term “pussy,” not exemplify them.
The Women’s March has done nothing more than highlight the utter
abject failure that is modern feminism by focusing on feminists who
happily personify every single negative stereotype about women. They
are directionless airheads unable to properly channel their emotions
verbally, let alone practically. So, they get together, stomp their feet and
whine about nothing. But, you can’t say “nothing” because if you do
they’ll start pulling out the PMS metaphors and threaten to…what,
exactly? Go shopping? Drink wine? Pet a cat?
If you want to embrace your girl power, let’s go less YaYa Sisterhood and
more Working Girl. Trump or not, America’s women have more freedom
and dignity than most women in the world, especially those enslaved by
Sharia law. Instead of using all that power and authority to whine and
complain, take a cue from Melanie Grith and use your power to your
advantage to lift another woman up. Perhaps one who’s working against
her will as a sex slave, or one who is forced to hide her face under a
hijab, or one who’s facing a lifetime of harassment and abuse because
she lives in an Islamic society, or one who is suering in silence after
having an abortion, or one who is still suering the trauma of being
tossed away because she was born a girl.
Those are the women Western feminists have the time, money and
resources to help. Time, money and resources that are currently being
spent on feel-good marches that produce armchair activists who dub
themselves “community organizers” and host wine and cheese events to
talk about “issues.” Because who wants to really help a woman in need
when you can just bitch about your own problems over Merlot?
So many beautiful Muslim sisters at the #WomensMarch on
Washington ❤ ❤ pic.twitter.com/Y2LlGfDjwx
— Linda Sarsour (@lsarsour) January 21, 2017