The man who wrote “Hillbilly Elegy,” thinks that there is something wrong with a woman who doesn’t have children. Excuse me? And is he really suggesting that women who own cats are miserable human beings who want everyone else to be miserable too? And that childless people have less of a stake in our country’s future than people with children? It’s almost too absurd a notion to warrant a rebuttal. Nevertheless, here is mine: How many children (or cats) I have is none of JDV’s business. God help us if this idiot gets in the White House.
In fact, while we’re on the subject, I’m fed up with men telling me what I want and what I don’t want. To the man who asked me to dinner last week, no, I don’t want to get physical on the first, second, third or fourth date, and no amount of arguing about it is going to change my mind. Your aggression completely turned me off, and we are finished talking about it. Your surprise appearance on my carport with a conciliatory bagel (a single bagel, mind you) on Sunday morning only made it worse. Any man who thinks he knows better than I do what I “need,” or “want,” is… okay, I’ll say it… an idiot. And that’s not a word I use lightly because my mom wouldn’t even let us say it when we were little (the word idiot ranked high on the List of Forbidden Words along with retarded, fart and stupid).
