By Cinzia Croce
It is rather ironic that in the very year voters are being encouraged to make history by the electing the first woman president, it has become abundantly clear that there are no feminists in America.
To be sure, there are plenty of women who claim they want to play with the big boys — only to retreat into damsel-in-distress mode as soon as they are faced with a minor setback, thoughtlessly slinging around accusations of misogyny. And there is no doubt that there are plenty of demands for equal treatment — yet a majority of women oppose having to register with Selective Service, something that all men have been required to do since the Carter Administration.
That feminism was dead in America should have been apparent in the 1990s, when women’s rights groups that for decades claimed that women must be believed when making any allegation of sexual harassment attacked the credibility of the charges Juanita Broaddrick and Kathleen Wiley made against Bill Clinton. The same feminist groups who objected to the appointment of Clarence Thomas to the Supreme Court because of his indecent, sexually explicit proposals, victimized Anita Hill and were more than happy to dismiss Paula Jones as money-grubbing trailer trash. Throughout the 1990s, women’s groups demanded male corporate executives undergo sensitivity training, so as to avoid creating a hostile work environment, and claimed that a sexual relationship between a superior and a subordinate could never be consensual — until that superior was a Democratic president.
Fast forward to today, and we are expected to accept as serious journalists female reporters who clearly trade on their good looks, pose for publicity photos that belong in Victoria’s Secret catalogs, and are far too young to have lived through many of the political events they refer to in their analysis or reportage. But no one can challenge their qualifications without instantly earning the ‘misogynist’ label. Ever since Megyn Kelly clashed with Donald Trump during the first Republican presidential debate, she has played the role of scorned woman, using her nightly program to bash him for months — but any response by him is pounced upon as evidence that he despises all women. Trump has been much tougher on male reporters and male pundits — but if he says one negative word about a female reporter, cries of misogyny fill the airwaves.
Long gone are the Oriana Fallacis. Today we have Michelle Fields. As Piers Morgan aptly pointed out: if a male reporter had filed battery charges for being grabbed by the arm in a press scrum, he would be mocked out of the profession. Instead, fellow journalists rushed to the side of Fields and indulged her exaggerations. Security camera video shows she was not jolted, nor almost thrown to the ground as she claimed – but in the name of promoting women’s rights, we have been told not to doubt her.
In politics too, we are treated with the same double standard. It is perfectly acceptable to ridicule the hand size, weight, spray tan and hair of male candidates, but any reference — even if complimentary! — to the appearance of female candidates is viewed as sexist. Hillary Clinton — whom some of her supporters claim will be America’s Margaret Thatcher — immediately played the gender card against Bernie Sanders for uttering a commonly used phrase: “all the shouting of the world”. Perhaps Hillary supporters need to watch a few clips of Prime Minister Question Time to better understand why Thatcher earned the nickname Iron Lady. It was not based on her gender.
Harry Truman famously said: if you can’t stand the heat get out of the kitchen. In the case of the faux-feminists, I say this: if they can’t stand the heat, they should get back in the kitchen.