Feminists have it rough, you know. They have to constantly be on the lookout for sexist actions, pictures, words – even sexist thoughts that they don’t know other people are having but they absolutely MUST berate them for it. And they’re constantly mad about something. They’re never, ever, ever, EVER happy. If they demanded that you say the sky is orange and you finally did, they whine and moan that you didn’t do it fast enough or that you didn’t call it the right shade of orange.
Bottom Line: Don’t ever try to appease a feminist. It’s never going to happen.
Case in point – Rachel Maddow’s response to the end of Bill Clinton’s speech about his and Hillary’s marriage that I swear he gave in real-time (I kept thinking that my two-day-old nephew would be graduating college by the time Billy McSkeeve finished his treatise on the glorious virtues of his wife. Most of which were most likely made up for the purposes of his story).
Anyway, Rachel took issue with Bill’s opening line about “meeting a girl” in 1971. Certainly, her response was different than mine (I wondered “Which girl are you talking about, Bill?”) But Maddow obviously has a problem with her wondrous Queen Hillary being portrayed as anything other than a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man (except Hillz clearly needed Bill’s political career to jump-start her own, so that all went flying out the window) –
“Shocking and weird.” To be fair, that’s how feminists characterize most romantic love stories between men and women (real love only comes between men and men or women and women, don’cha know?) Angry and bitter feminists would find something as endearing as a romance – even a romance between their favorite liberal political power couple – a completely alien concept. Bill might as well have been telling a folk tale from the ancient civilizations of Jupiter for all Rachel could have related to it.