Carrie Gress is a Fellow who doesn’t want to live like a man. Gress, a five-time mother and a fellow at a think tank called, rather generically, the Ethics and Public Policy Center, has just published a piece in The Federalist celebrating what she calls the “flyover women” — the salt-of-the-earth, sometimes not-so-glamorous mothers who stand up against Cultural Marxism and “radical feminism” and jobs, if possible.
Ironically, Gress’ definition of the “flyover women” sounds at times like a series of insults:
Fly-over women are the moms and daughters and wives and sisters and friends the media overlooks because they are religious or frumpy or don’t have sexy day jobs. They are considered uneducated doormats.
But apparently these flyover gals have sort of cornered the market on babies, and that’s all that really counts: babies, babies, glorious unaborted babies.
What we will never see in the splashy pages of Vanity Fair, for instance, are the many happy women who buck the feminist narrative, loving, nurturing, consoling, clothing, cleaning, and adoring their numerous children without trying to live like men. …
They know the preciousness of a tender embrace from small arms, a little face learning to offer kisses … .
Weirdly, from someone with pretentions of being a scholar, Gress seems to think that this whole mothering thing is something that no feminist will ever experience, though in fact the overwhelming majority of adult women in American society eventually do get around to having babies; as Jill Filipovic notes in a recent New York Times op-ed, “86 percent of American women ages 40 to 44 are mothers.” And a lot of these mothers are feminists.
So what else besides baby love distinguishes flyover women from the regular ones? Here are Five Things I Learned About Flyover Women (and women in general) from reading her piece in the Federalist:
Flyover women hate Marxist fads like dialectical materialism and building the revolutionary party.
They reject all the latest Marxist fads, propagated with clever sound bites, high-end advertising, and popular hashtags.
Women love just carrying shit around.
She knows, as women have for millennia, that being a woman is synonymous with carrying something.
Women are boats and boats are women:
Women traditionally have been seen as a kind of vessel that transforms whatever it holds. We see it in the Romance languages, where words like “ocean,” “ship,” and “oven,” are feminine. This is why boats are named after women.
Flyover women are huge slobs — because of abortion.
Their bodies are often tired, hair not always perfectly coiffed, and nails rarely manicured. Their homes may not be camera-ready, their meals probably aren’t gourmet, and talking points aren’t ready on their tongues. But mostly, the issue is that they don’t believe in abortion and they do believe in the sanctity of marriage.
Feminists want women to become more manlike by having abortions.
Ironically, whether they know it or not, feminists’ unspoken premise insists men are superior to women and women must become like them in the pursuit of equality. Therefore, to be equal, women must be able to eliminate the consequences of sex, like men, and rid themselves of unborn children through unrestricted abortion.
There’s more weird stuff in there but I’ll leave it at this; my brain is already scrambled enough from trying to make sense of all this.
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