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The Destructive Hypocrisy of Republican Women
And the Intentional Peril of Satiric Feminism.
She’s slender, tall, flexible, beautiful, blonde, perpetually youthful, well-dressed, always coifed, always made up, and willing to drop everything including her own career at her man’s slightest whim. All the women want to be her and all the men want to be with her. She knows how to sit and how to smile and how to walk gracefully in a tight skirt and impossibly high heels. She’s silent with the air that she totally agrees with you even when you’re trying to insult her. Her lipstick is perfect, her teeth are white, and her nails are always flawless and manicured.
She always remembers to bring a nice dessert or expensive bottle of wine to the dinner party but … did you see her help herself to a serving or a glass? She’s got the high powered job and is admitted into the board rooms and halls of power but she also posts pictures of her adorable kids while she plays with them on the weekends wearing expensive lounge-wear and still with her perfect hair and face.
She does not express any emotions, you’re not sure of what her voice sounds like. She must have some sort of an education because she’ll send out beautifully penned Christmas cards of her perfect smiling family, but whether she has a high school diploma or a doctorate you just don’t…
