This cuntalina opines in the Daily Mail that women who don’t have kids “lack […] an essential humanity.” That’s why she only wants “working mothers” on her staff. Her job is something she calls a “hack.” I don’t know what a “hack” is, but it apparently requires a familiarity with the experience of child vomit running down your neck.
“Barren” workers, the author avers, are sub-par in every way, but only if they have chosen not to have kids. Naturally, women who yearn for, but cannot have, children are exempt from her contempt; the choosing is what turns child-free women into vile harridans. Such freaks of nature, for example, always lead the undesirable “office bitch-fest.” Having chosen not to reproduce, they are incapable of “selflessness, compassion, generosity, commitment, fierce loyalty and plain hard work.” The author looks down on women who wait until they’re 40 to get artificially inseminated, but in the end she cuts’em some slack, because at least they’re trying to be human.
[W]e actually need our children; they complete us as women […]; when we meet a woman who chooses her childlessness in the belief that there is something out there worth more, we smile politely even while – once again – our guts whisper: ‘Lady, you’re weird.’
Hey, wait a minute. This article accusing women of incomplete subhumanity based on a sentimental reading of the Cultural Narrative of Western Motherhood was written by one Carol Sarler. Why does that name ring a bell?
Oh yes. A quick click through the Halls of Blame reveals that in 2006 I agreed with this Sarler on the subject of the hollow promise of “grrl power” (although, unlike Sarler, I declined to blame the Spice Girls personally for the dominant culture’s preoccupation with sexploitation). Sarler, it turns out, is merely an advocate for traditional femininity, the kind that rules out raunch-as-empowerment as well as voluntary spinsterdom. It’s nice that “working moms” should get some props, but what’s with the “lady, you’re weird” baloney? That’s just mean. So I spit in your eye, Carol Sarler, even though pole-dancing as a feminist statement leaves us both a bit cold.
It did not escape my notice that Sarler’s insulting opinion piece is part of that skeezy “Femail” section of the Daily Mail, the one with the sidebar full of vicious gossipy voyeuristical misogyny designed especially to enthrobben the schadenfreude of women readers. Holy shit, is there ever some lobe-blowing, women-as-trainwrecks stuff in that thing.
— A woman is arrested for “antisocial behavior” years after she disgraced herself by failing to successfully eject live octuplets from her uterus.
— A “curvaceous” college student/ beauty pageant contestant reclines in bikini and heels on itchy grass despite her body measurements — reproduced in the article in case the reader would like to plot them on a graph — which do not conform to those of the normal pornulated woman.
— Another constituent of “Obese Britain” has lost a bunch of weight because her therapist has hypnotized her to believe she’s had gastric bypass surgery.
— My favorite: Mariah Carey, who can “produce sounds high enough to startle a bat,” employs a full-time assistant to “monitor her cleavage.”
Dang it, I don’t have time to write the last paragraph of this post. Too bad, it was gonna be a peach.