Or her intellectual mentor's, of course.
Proving yet again that sexism does a disservice to both women and men, and that sexism is inextricably tied to homobigotry, Grabar goes on to condemn the men who would let their women run so wild:
Probably many of the women watching the View are stay-at-home moms. But I question what kind of men they have for husbands, or "partners"; they’re probably English professors who have "Peace is Patriotic" bumper stickers on their Volvos. They’re probably the ones who work under department heads who have imposed the popular pedagogical policy of the "maternal presence" in the classroom. These male teachers try to be "facilitators" and nurture spoiled college students who are text-messaging insults about them as they drone on about the "other" and feelings. They write conference papers agreeing with their colleagues that the whole canon of dead white male authors should be eliminated to make way for women writers who eschew linear (read logical) and therefore patriarchal thought. They probably sit down to pee.Grabar goes on to condemn in vivid detail every possible feminine trapping she could presumably call to mind as she tapped out her column in between "mentoring sessions" with her husband, without whose guidance she would have no idea how silly and useless women are. She defends her position, however, by explaining that she is simply "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." I could say the same (and nearly have), although I don't pretend that my nonconformity confers upon me a superiority to women whose personalities and preferences more closely hold to any stereotype. It might blow Grabar's mind that I've even known women who enjoy baby showers and reading philosophy. Dear god, what madness!
…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.
Grabar, to her credit, is at least honest about to whom the thronging masses of independent-thinking women really pose a threat:
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.Uh huh. We uppity women with the temerity to have our own opinions and shit, who (gasp!) race mingle and look sexy in public and dare to believe our brains are as sufficiently equipped with the capacity for complex thought as a man's, we bitches and our lousy men who refuse to control us, we are a danger to conservatives. Not only are we likely to vote against them, but we're likely to raise entire generations of girls who also think for themselves, and boys who don't feel obliged to control them. Oh. Mah. Gawd.
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.
That would be very devastating to conservatives, all right. It's no wonder Grabar's hubby is telling her to get out there and write this important column. I hope she rewarded him with an indulgent blowjob for giving her such good advice. Or whatever gratuity intellectual mentors request of their female pupils these days.
(Thanks to Mike for passing that along.)
