Watching the Women’s March

I watched a few minutes of the women’s march the day after Trump’s Inauguration and I could only shake my head at the absurdity.  Yes, I understand these women felt the need to protest.  I do wonder what they were really protesting.  Lack of women’s rights? Desire for better opportunities? Fear of changes to the healthcare law? Oppression of women? The issues seem to be all over the place and without any real central or core motivation to unite them.  The only thing I understood after watching these women was a united anger over losing the election. They were unhinged emotionally.  They were united in their hatred of all things Trump.  They exemplified Trumps description of Hillary Clinton as a nasty woman.  They were vile, crass and vulgar as they expressed their anger.  They were indeed nasty.  They wore absurd costumes of their body parts.  They dressed as vaginas and wore their “pussy” hats (really just a pink vagina).  They were united in their determination to vilify fellow citizens who opposed their political choices.  They hate them for choosing Trump and are intent on making them regret that decision.

The last time I saw this level of unhinged emotional behavior from a large group of women was during the early years of the women’s lib movement.  The early 70’s saw women marching around tossing their bra’s away as a demonstration of freedom from male sexual objectification.  The Roe vs. Wade Supreme Court decision had made abortion legal.  Oral contraception was readily available.  Gloria Steinem started a feminist magazine (MS).  I was in college and I remember going to my Grandmother’s house for a visit.  We watched a Gloria Steinem interview on TV where these subjects were discussed.  Steinem stressed that the interviewer call her Ms Steinem not Miss Steinem.  She corrected the pronunciation as Mzzz.  My granny lost it.  She laughed till she was out of breath and tears were running down her face.  I was 20 years old and could not understand why my grandmother was laughing at these television events.

My Grandmother decided to tell me a story.  She was born in 1915 in Atlanta, Georgia. When she was a child her Grandmother Blakemore would come for a visit.   Grandmother Blakemore was a professor at a women’s college. She dreaded these visits because Grandmother Blakemore would have her and her sister Mae stand on street corners in Atlanta handing out tracts and reciting Bible verses.  Thanks to Grandmother Blakemore, my Grandmother had been a very young Suffragette and Temperance supporter.  She witnessed the Suffrage and Temperance movements first hand. She lived through WW1 married and raised children during the depression and WW2.   She told me that as far as the US Government was concerned, women were already equal to men and had been so since 1920.  She could vote, own property and enter into a contract all by her lonesome and no one would be able to prevent her from doing so.  She explained to me these women tossing their bra’s around and going without in defiance of men’s objectification was funny.  The only thing it would accomplish would be to have men stare at them in order to look at their breasts without a bra. Men are visual creatures. If you are going to complain about men not letting women get ahead or weren’t letting them in the “Boy’s Club”…well, going braless wasn’t going to earn them any respect.  Earning respect was the only way into the Boys Club.  Men don’t complain about being overlooked or held out of the Boy’s Club. Most determine what is required to get there and go about it.  My Grandmother told me to think about what it was I wanted in life and then go about doing what I needed to do in order to get there.  I could choose my own path.

I admired my Grandmother.  She was the most gentle and compassionate person I have ever known.  She was a gifted mathematician who chose to be a wife and a mother. She was independent and quite capable of standing on her own two feet.  She and my  Grandfather were a team.  He did the tough jobs to provide for the family and she managed their finances.  When he expressed an opinion or “laid down the law”, she supported him.  When she decided to buy rental property, he rolled up his sleeves and did the maintenance.  He supported her decisions.  They were a team.  She was a woman who chose her own path.  She didn’t need to toss her bra or wear a pink vagina hat on her head to convince herself she had the freedom to make any decision she wanted to make.

Back to the women’s march.  Sorry you group of Nasties.  There aren’t any  women’s rights or freedoms to protest for.  My Granny and Great, Great Grandmother Blakemore and the other Suffragettes put that problem to bed in 1920.  What women did from 1920 to 1950 to support their menfolk and their country gave them a backbone of steel.  Women have total equality with the men in our country.  One can only hope that wearing a pink vagina hat on your head isn’t what you really need to convince yourself of this fact.  It certainly isn’t convincing those watching you.  This visceral hatred you are displaying toward any and all who voted against your political choices is not winning my support because I’m not willing to help you beat down the men of our country in order to make  yourself feel better.  No one is stopping you from making your own choices.  My choice is for you to use your ownpersonal financial resources , not mine,  when you execute your decisions.