Oh, looky: another wingnut woman telling us how silly women are and how much better, and more like a man, she herself is. And she does it by getting the vapors about The View. Tres originale!
After watching The View and following the inane statements made on the program, I’ve come to the conclusion that it really is true what Aristotle, Saint Paul, and John Milton said: Women, without male guidance, are illogical, frivolous, and incapable of making any decisions beyond what to make for dinner. . .
But it’s a sign of our crumbling civilization that a bunch of girls of varying ages and ethnic backgrounds, sitting around all dressed up for a coffee klatch, some of them with cleavage spilling out of Victoria’s Secret Infinity Edge Push-Up bras, spout off opinions borrowed from disturbed teenagers and Michael Moore, and call it a talk show.
This was the danger of giving women the vote. The danger to conservatives (and the survival of this country) is the voting bloc of single women, i.e., those who lack the guidance of a man in the form of a husband or intellectual mentor.
Let’s break this down a little before we continue, shall we?
First, the idea that all those men were right, and women shouldn’t be listened to. I rather like tbogg’s treatment of this idea. Considering that she doesn’t get around to telling us She’s Not A Typical Woman until paragraph 15 or so, she’s not doing a good job of explaining why she should be allowed to post her views at Clownhall under her own name, instead of under that of her husband or her “intellectual mentor,” and why anyone should read it.
Second, the focus on what the women (not “girls,” love; Baba Wawa is in her, what, 70s by now?) on The View are wearing. Note how she dances around actually telling us who’s wearing the hookerwear and the pushup bras and flashing that naughty, naughty cleavage (Dr. Helen? Ann Althouse? Is that you?). The only photo we get of any Viewster is of Rosie O’Donnell, who’s buttoned up to her clavicle. Where’s the cleavage and the streetwalker outfits, Mary?
Well, the clue is probably in that bit about why women shouldn’t have gotten the vote: as Shakes pointed out, her real concern is that, if single women voted as a bloc, conservatives — the very fabric of the nation! Real America! — would be in danger! Imperiled! At the mercy of women who don’t have a man to guide them and might think for themselves! O Heavens!
And who’s the resident conservative on The View? Elizabeth Hasselbeck. The Young One. The one who wears the cutesy, cleavage-baring tops. Unless Joy Behar’s been taking the girls out for a walk and I missed it.
Not that I think that what any of them wears on the show resembles anything that’s worn by the working girls on Eleventh Avenue. But the wingnut obsession with breasts and purity and pearl-clutching continues apace (latest entry? Bill O’Reilly, expert on the female anatomy, claims that most women who like artificial Christmas trees have artificial breasts. It’s true! A study said so!).
Grabar’s real problem is the fact that many of the women on The View have expressed frankly liberal opinions about certain things. So she has to tear them down, somehow, while building her own self up. And how does she choose to do it? By pulling that I’m Not A Typical Woman trick.
First, the setup: Girlz are Teh Icky, and Menz are Kewl:
Ever observe a table at a restaurant filled with women? Good Lord, it’s exhausting just watching the gesticulating and gabbing. Whenever I get invited to a “luncheon” I head for the hills.
Not that there is anything wrong with such gatherings and not that I have anything against other women. In fact I have a few female friends. But such squeal-a-thons (“I love what you’ve done to your hair!”) are not the proper places in which to make public political statements. When women have been the minority among men they have proven themselves to be quite competent. Look at Jeane Kirkpatrick, Margaret Thatcher, and Condoleezza Rice. Did any of these women attend any of these on-air chat fests?
Men, on the other hand, are quite capable of holding forth intelligently among themselves, as commentators have done through the years. You don’t have men squealing “Oh, I love your tie!” as they set to embark on a discussion about the future of free world.
The kind of silly women who don’t deserve the vote are liberals. The ones who do are Just Like Men, and have ladyballs. Thatchers, as Stephen Colbert calls them.
Except Colbert is playing a character. Grabar is not. And she’s unconcerned, UNCONCERNED, I tell you! that women — most women, women not like her, women without Thatchers — will be upset with her. She’s contrarian like that, yo.
I know many women will disagree with me. They will be hurt. Maybe angry. There may be some tears. The lesbians will come to their defense. All the Rosie O’Donnell’s will give them big hugs, maybe even pull them on their laps as Rosie did with Danny DeVito.
So what.
See Shakes for a discussion of the homophobia throughout the article (the husbands of the women who watch The View are Not Real Men and probably drive Volvos and are nurturing English professors who sit down to pee).
What’s so interesting to me is that so many MRAs and antifeminists think that feminists are out to erase all differences between men and women, and get very, VERY up in arms about the whole thing because they can’t grasp that “equality” is not the same thing as “sameness.”
And here we have a woman, an antifeminist, declaring herself proudly Not Like Other Women and Really, When It Comes Down To It, More Like A Man So Please, Please, Don’t Take It Seriously When I Say Women Shouldn’t Get To Vote, At Least Not In My Case:
I admit I’m not a typical woman.
When I was a graduate student, for $50, I participated in the Psychology Department’s study and took the Myers-Briggs personality test and came up, not surprisingly, as an INTP. My type is the absent-minded professor, which I learned was very rare among women. . .
No I’m not a typical woman. I read philosophy. I hate to shop. I don’t care what I’m wearing. Nothing in my house is coordinated. If I had been on The View I probably would have taken that old-lady-Elizabeth-Taylor-perfume out of the handbag that Rosie pulled up and dumped it on her head.
But I’ve read Aristotle, Saint Paul, and John Milton, and I think they have very good things to say.
OOOOOOH. She hates to SHOP! She reads philosophy! She’d dump that perfume all over Rosie’s bulldyke head! Check her for a penis, stat!
The antifeminists depend on useful idiots like her, who want so badly to be in the club that they’ll shit all over other women and suck up to the men, thinking that surely the very rules they’re applying to OTHER women don’t apply to THEM. And in the meantime, they lend a female face to the oppression of women, allowing them to claim that women can’t really be oppressed after all if some of these nice pets of ours are perfectly happy in their gilded cages.
Well, as Serena Joy found out, that doesn’t always work out so well.