Women on the right, or who lean to the right, absolutely fascinate me. Naturally, I don’t really understand anyone who’s not a liberal, because, well, we’re not all crazy hateful misanthropes aching and crying for mythical lost privilege.
On one weird weird level, I sort of applaud these women, sort of sometimes even see them as a victory. They feel that secure in their rights. They are totally sure that they’re not going to be paid less than their man (and really, outside of Mary Cheney, have you ever heard of a lesbian Republican?), they are damned well not going to have an unplanned pregnancy, and forcing them to carry an initially wanted pregnancy isn’t an intrusion on their bodily soverignty, nosireebob!
Whoa, there, Pollyanna.
And honestly, the pre-Reagan Republican party wasn’t a terrible place for women – I think the right to choose was actually on the party platform at some point (or they were neutral – it hasn’t been forbidden since the dawn of time or some shit). But today’s Republican party is overtly hostile to women.
It’s such a vicious dedication to the idea of self-interest, that it overrides actual self-interest; being so determined not to care about other women just because they are other women that it turns into self-…loathing? disrespect? denial as deep as the sea? I don’t know.