Left-feminism is more decadent and depraved than I thought, if the offerings for this mother’s day are any indication. Misogyny is a vicious phenomenon, but no aspect of it is more pervasive or more pernicious than mommy-hate. And that’s exactly what’s being offered this week from the left-feminist-identified blogosphere.
Welcome to the third wave, where women never have to grow up, get to be as slutty as they want, and hating your mom is a badge of honor. Let’s start with Tracie Egan Morrissey’s article How Do You Protect Your Daughter from Your Mother’s Bullshit? A chronic sufferer of Clinton Derangement Syndrome, a harmless comment made by her mom about her chubby baby and pantsuits has left her convinced that her daughter will be as scarred by fat-fear as she is.
Because her mom, you know, is responsible for every single negative comment ever made about a female body. She’s guilty of such things as worrying that her daughters would become obese and withholding fast food, sometimes. (Shhhh. Don’t tell Michelle Obama that Morrissey thinks she will scar a nation of little girls and don’t tell Morrissey about FLOTUS’s childhood obesity program. She’d become her mom writ large!) Or maybe it’s the mixed messages Morrisey received when her mom would reward her and her sister with fast food for major accomplishments; I don’t know, I can’t make much of her diatribe against her mom except that she has very obviously never given much thought to the dynamic of mommy hate in the culture, and instead has bought into it. Here’s a sample of her work from this article:
Part of that, though, is that I’ve been able to forgive her—something that’s taken a great deal of time (and therapy)—for inadvertently making my brain a veritable toilet swirl of vain, fat-hating, food-craving, yo-yo dieting, irrational self-criticism. I’m sure my mother didn’t mean to traumatize me or my sister with her own disordered eating, expressed disgust of fat people, forcing us to diet as children, and verbally criticizing us for not being thin enough. And I’m sure she’d deny it. Her account of the past tends to be different than how things really happened. Her selective memory of our childhood is as golden as the bottomless glass of white wine that has no doubt clouded her perspective. But it happened.
Geez, over-privileged much, Tracie? Because her mom cared about her health and went about doing it in an imperfect way 20 years before fitness became vogue, she’s an ever-loving bitch who has fucked Tracie up! UP! UP! She’s needed therapy to recover from it, for goodness sake, it was so horrible. Don’t tell that to the little girls or young women who’ve had the crap beaten out of them their whole lives by actual terrible parents, or they might start getting out the pitchforks and sticking them in Morrissey’s still-not-fat ass. My mom weighed 250 pounds when I was a child, and eventually her weight rose to almost 300 pounds before she had bariatric surgery. We lived off hot dogs and mac & cheese as kids because we were poor, and I still love my mom fiercely for what she had to put up with as a woman, and because despite a few flaws, she was an AWESOME mom, and an even better grandma to my daughter.
Next up is the older, and you would think wiser, Kate McGuiness. You would think wrong. Still a narcissist after all these years, still clinging stubbornly to the teen-aged hurt that she never grew out of, McGuiness, now the mother of 23 year old son, is still trying to stick it to her mom. Her article What My Mother Did To Me I will Not Do To My Son accuses her mother of smothering her. Yes, you read that right. Her mom loved her too much. Forsooth! The abuse she endured being so close to her mom! Continue reading