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From what I've read so far, I'm prepared to love this woman. I probably don't agree with her about everything, just as I'm not quite as anti-religion as Richard Dawkins or Sam Harris, but the shrieking angry--what was it someone said?--psychodrama in some of these posts suggests that this is strong medicine. Think she's buying into the "mommy wars?" Hell, no. She cuts right through that crap. This paragraph in her American Prospect article just sums it all up:
The home-economics trap involves superior female knowledge and superior female sanitation. The solutions are ignorance and dust. Never figure out where the butter is. “Where’s the butter?” Nora Ephron’s legendary riff on marriage begins. In it, a man asks the question when looking directly at the butter container in the refrigerator. “Where’s the butter?” actually means butter my toast, buy the butter, remember when we’re out of butter. Next thing you know you’re quitting your job at the law firm because you’re so busy managing the butter. If women never start playing the household-manager role, the house will be dirty, but the realities of the physical world will trump the pull of gender ideology. Either the other adult in the family will take a hand or the children will grow up with robust immune systems.
Thank doG for Linda Hirshman. Someone had to put the choice "feminists" and their patriarchal puppeteers on the defensive for real. Ladies, it's time you faced facts: you've been had.
