Seriously, of all the slurs you could hurl at Barrett, this one makes the least sense:
In what sense is she possibly submissive? You read this and imagine wife number fifty-seven living in a compound and walking around in an apron over a frumpy long dress.
Barrett made a brilliant career by anybody’s standards. The whole reason why she’s getting this write-up is that she has reached a culmination of a jurist’s professional ambitions and has been nominated for SCOTUS.
How is she any more submissive than, I don’t know, Ruth Bader Ginsburg in whose religion men thank God for not having made them women?
This is now a big feminist thing. Rubbishing a woman’s achievements in the name of feminism. I have a whole FB feed full of extremely progressive ladies hissing at Barrett for being a disgrace to womanhood.
Oh, so Trump already chose the nominee? And it’s Barrett?
How come I completely missed the news?
For now, the only accusation against her is that Margaret Atwood wrote a novel in the 1980s that was made into a TV show recently. And people are blaming Amy Coney Barrett for the behavior of some characters in that show.
There’s definitely nothing more annoying than mean characters in a TV series, so there’s that.
“Klara, you woke me up twice tonight,” I complain. “I feel exhausted.”
A while later, she asks, “Mommy, do you feel lucky to have a kid? Somebody to play with? Somebody to read books to? A kid who really loves your borscht?”
“Of course,” I exclaim, enthusiastically. “Very lucky!”
“Of course, if you didn’t have a kid, nobody would wake you up. You’ll get a lot of sleep… all alone,” she adds didactically.
The only podcast I ever listen to is Michael Moore’s. But in the most recent episode he declared that teachers are the most popular group in America right now and everybody would be happy to give them a raise. This is beyond clueless because teachers are hated like never before for the damage their refusal to go back to school is doing. So that was one blooper too many for me and I stopped.
So I started to look for a new podcast and decided to check out this guy Joe Rogan that everybody is talking about. He did a recent interview with Douglas Murray who is brilliant, so I thought, how bad can it be?
Turns out, pretty bad. You need to be deeply inept as an interviewer to botch a conversation with somebody as interesting as Murray but Rogan did it. He constantly interrupted with inane diatribes and dedicated a significant portion of the show to the idiocy of Trump’s tweets. Bad, bad tweets! After 5 years of hearing about Trump’s tweets, this isn’t what I’d call a hot take but the Rogan fellow just couldn’t let it go.
You’d think at this point anybody with half a brain cell will figure out that Trump’s tweets conveniently distract from any actual criticisms that can be made of him. You’d think somebody would notice that there have been years of criticizing the style and not the substance of Trump and that’s had no result because nobody (except for a small bunch of very clueless ultra-liberals) cares. I’m away from that crowd these days and I didn’t realize that they are still pearl-clutching about the tweets and even the re-tweets.
So that was a fail. I think I’m going to give up on the podcast genre now.
At bedtime, I hear Klara mutter in a tone of somebody making a shopping list, “I have the best mommy in the world, I have the best daddy in the world, what else can I possibly want?”