For years, there has existed in America what came to be known in
the 1960s as “the silent majority.” This referred to the great
number of folks who did not take to the streets in protest or
demand special rights, but simply went about their business every
day, which was driving the engine of the American Way. Some of them
eventually morphed into the more vocal Reagan Democrats, while now,
many of them are silent no more through participation in the Tea
Party movement. But there is still a group of people who are not
often heard from and I’m one of them. In a word, I’m a woman who’s
sick of women; liberal women, that is.
Night after night, week after week, and year after year we
must be subjected to the strident voices of these women
complaining. Their hypocritical yelps include, but are by no means
limited to: complaints about the “glass ceiling” while fully
availing themselves of corporate Affirmative Action; complaints
about discrimination while bullying men with legislation like Title
IX; complaints about the lack of paid daycare while simultaneously
advocating for abortion; and complaints about their treatment as
“sex objects” while at the same time lobbying for license to
irresponsible sex via free contraception. All of this makes me
very, very angry.
I’m angry first and foremostly with feminists and their
male enablers who decided that, in seeking freedom from domestic
servitude, they would instead make women slaves to sex and the
burdens of earning a living. For determining that women could and
should be free to assume the position as sole head of the
household, to raise children alone as if men were a disposable
commodity; as if the appellation, “the weaker sex,” was not both
true and the watchword for a more tender form of treatment from our
male counterparts.
I’m angry at Woodrow Wilson, the progressive “genius” who
gave us the idea of a “living Constitution,” along with the Federal
Reserve, the income tax and worst of all, women’s voting rights.
Let me state for the record, that I am in absolute favor of
repealing the Nineteenth Amendment — yes, you heard me right —
along with all others that presumed to speak where the Constitution
was deliberately silent in order to preserve the sovereignty of the
individual states. More than anything else, the advent of women’s
suffrage planted the idea that wives would and should have
different dreams and goals than their husbands, thus creating a
rift that only widens as the years roll by.
I’m angry at the way Hollywood portrays women, with a
condescending and hypocritical attitude that at once praises us —
particularly our black sisters — as innately all knowing and all
powerful, while at the same time insisting that we must be
drop-dead gorgeous; equally able to avenge ourselves against our
male oppressors while balancing on spiked heels. Yes, we must be
depicted as the fantasies of both man-hating feminists and
13-year-old boys.
Most of all, I’m angry at the majority of my fellow women
who refuse to break out of their politically correct chains and
stand up for themselves by refusing to be put into the molds their
liberal sisters have so malevolently formed for them; allowing
groups like NOW and NARAL to speak for them as representative of
all women. It’s time for this silent sorority to loudly proclaim
that we actually want to be wives and mothers and are proud of it;
that we are enjoy being career women who have no problem coexisting
with, and even liking our male co-workers, rather than seeing them
as “the enemy.”
They can start by repeating after me: No, I don’t want
free contraception, or any other benefits of so-called reproductive
rights foisted on me by government mandate, thank you. I don’t want
to hear intimate relations between man and wife referred to as
“performance,” nor do I want to buy any aids or drugs that will
prolong sexual activity when nature says it’s time to stop and
concentrate on the things that are really important in life. I
refuse to dress like a high school tease when I reach my 60s,
further demeaning the traditional dignity of virtuous
womanhood.
I love my Church, my family and my country and have no
problem being “merely” the mother, sister, or wife of those who
lead and defend them, as have generations of American women before
me. I don’t want to be told, against all proofs of nature and
scientific advancement, that a fetus is nothing but tissue that
will, if not killed, become anything other than my fellow human
being. I don’t desire any power over my husband save that of love.
I don’t want him to view me as a professional rival or political
enemy; I want him to love, honor, and protect me in order that I
may love, honor, and support him in all that he does.
I demand nothing else from men in general except to be
treated as a lady; provided of course that I act like one. And if
any or all of this makes my liberal sisters angry, that makes me
very, very happy.
