I’m sure most of you humorless feminazis have been following with unsurprised disgust all of the chatter about Ron Suskind’s Confidence Men and his “revelation” that Barack Obama White House is run more like a pickup hoops game, with women advisors sidelined and shoved into the bleachers. (The WH’s efforts to distance themselves from Suskind’s book are at least good for a laugh!) After all, President Obama made his basketball buddy the Secretary of Education, and those Obama golf outings sure look like photos of every other Presidential golf entourage of the past century, from William Howard Taft on. Anyone who paid the slightest iota of attention to the gender politics of Obama’s 2008 campaign won’t be surprised, anyway–all of us “sweeties” over the age of 30 or so sure as hell paid attention.
It’s passing strange that a man who was raised by a strong single mother, who talks affectionately about the influence of the banker grandmother who helped raise him, who married a strong woman, who lives with his mother-in-law and who has two daughters he adores, could ever create an Oval man-cave where some women felt uncomfortable.
This is always the first defense of rank misogynists: But, I love my “strong” mother/wife/and daughters! Some of my best friends are women! I love my cats too, and even “talk affectionately” about them and to them, but I sure as hell don’t take their advice, let them have my checkbook, or think they’re good for more than a little mutual affection and household decoration.
When will we ever get over the idea that affection or even love are incompatable with hierarchical power relations? Were these people never children, or were they raised under a rock somewhere? How is it that they’re so clueless about power and inequality within families?