of self-righteous women who presume to speak for all women everywhere, who assume that only motherhood makes you a true woman, who assume that being a woman and being a mother makes you right about most things, women who assume that all women HAVE to be antiwar, otherwise you are not really an authentic woman … women who are literally CONFUSED by Laura Bush. Or confused by their “sisters” who do not agree with them.
“How can she ….? But … wait a minute … she’s a woman, she’s a mother, and yet … WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE???” It truly disturbs them. They cannot get past their own egos, their own “motherhood is sacred” egos to even consider the possibility that MAYBE there MIGHT BE another way to look at this.
I’m not saying motherhood isn’t sacred, or isn’t one of the most important things on the planet. Of course it is. I am just saying that being a mother doesn’t automatically mean you’re a Democrat, a liberal, a peacenik, or anti-war. To assume that is deeply stupid.
These women are unable to take the leap of: “Well. Okay. Let me put on my deductive reasoning cap. I am a woman and I am a mother and I am against war. Fine. I am entitled to feel this way. But Laura Bush is also a woman and also a mother and she is not against this war. So … THEREFORE: all women are not against this war.”
It’s when people get completely baffled and thrown OFF by the fact that someone disagrees with them (and not just “someone” but someone who is similar to them) … that the thin-ness of their beliefs becomes apparent. I get that response all the time being, as I am, a female actress living in NYC. People looking at me like I have two heads. People treating me like I’m stupid, and I CAN’T be serious to hold the beliefs I do. People who can’t even get into a REAL discussion with me about it, because they literally have never met ANYBODY who has a belief different from theirs.
I cannot stand the sort of bleary-eyed “women are peaceful creatures who love dialogue, and who are all mothers and maternal beings…” argument. It’s lazy. It makes me sick. It makes me mad. Call Camille Paglia and sic her on these bozos. I’m a woman. I am not a mother. I HAVE A BRAIN IN MY HEAD. I MAKE MY OWN CHOICES.
