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Are All Women Stupid Or Is It My….?

October 29, 2010
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I used this expression for the hope of attracting curiosity seekers, who might think I have a death wish or something of that nature.

Actually I believe most women are smart…at least smarter than men.  The ones I knew in grade school were usually the best students.

Of the top 10 I think only lifelong friend, Bobby Valentino and maybe one other guy cracked that starting line-up.

However over the course of my life, I have noticed that something happens to many of them as they turn 15.

My observation reminds me of one of my favorite stories.

This guy is on his knees and he is praying to God:

Dear God, I want to thank you for making women sooo beautiful and sexy.

I want to thank you make them so soft and cuddly…but I have to ask you one thing:

Why did you have to make them so dumb?

A deep voice comes from behind the altar:

So they would like YOU!

That would even be funnier if it did not have serious applications for today’s women.

A lot has changed since I formed my understanding of the fair sex–and very little of it any good.

I think there is a deep strain of ignorance, stupidity or false pride that has permeated much of the feminine side of American culture.

I have always believed that women were the keepers and protectors of the culture.

The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world, is a vital truism that we seem to have discarded in the pangs of our own self-destruction.  And their view from the pedestal had fewer obstructions.

The problem seems to stem from the women’s movement.

I do not mean the suffragettes or the Bloomer Girls of the early 20th century, who fought for the 19th Amendment, which gave women their right to vote.

No, I mean the feminist movement of radicals Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinem, who coined the non-sequitur, a woman needs a men like a fish needs a bicycle.

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A new feminism

Their movement is best described as a cold-hearted conspiracy to destroy true feminism and alienate women, not only from their families but from their own bodies.

Professor Jacques Barzun once said to understand America, one must know baseball.

I say to understand women, one must read Gramsci–Antonio Gramsci, the Sardinian founder of the Italian Communist party.

Knew women

Gramsci, who wrote most of his important stuff while in prison, said that the best way to destroy the West–that is Western Civilization— is through its women.

He observed that Italian women were hermetically attached to their Catholic faith and the only way to foment a long march through their culture was to separate them from their faith.

And the best way to that was through sex.

This idea was adopted by the Marxist Frankfurt Institute for Social Research, a group of sociologists and think-tankers, who left Germany just before the onset of the pogroms and the death camps.

Many emigrated to the United States where they joined university faculties.

The most prominent was Herbert Marcuse whose gave us the best quote of the 1960s, make love, not war!

Betty was his protege

His star pupil and Marxist operative was Mrs. Friedan.

It was her book, The Feminine Mystique that launched a million divorces.

She sold women on the idea that they must compete with their husbands in order to have self-esteem.

Of course men had one very important weapon–they could impregnate their wives to keep them down on the suburban farm.

There was a movie,  I saw in 1964 with Polly Bergen as the heroine who was just about to be elected president of the United States when she had to announce to the country that she was pregnant.

Kisses for My President [VHS]

Set the Stage for Hillary

It was her unborn baby that had prevented her from being the Hillary Clinton of her generation.

Their wombs now became the greatest obstacle to their new quest for power.

Advance forward to 1973 and Roe v. Wade when seven men on the Supreme Court found the mysterious right in the clouds of constitutional law that gave women the right (privilege) to eliminate the little interlopers who would thwart their wills to surpass men in their boardrooms.

They were promised that they could, not only cleanse their wombs of an inconvenient child without a word from the father or a stain of guilt, but also find existential validation in the process.

This was the message of the New Feminists and millions of women bought it…and Western Civilization has paid a steep price for it ever since.

The feminist movement also caused men to delay marriage or just shack-up with their liberated girlfriends, much to the harm of marriage stability.

Don’t get me started on their trophy wives.

Who is behind this historic change in women’s relation to their own culture?

Why men of course!

Alfred Kinsey started it all with his book on sex but it was one of his early fans–Hugh Hefner who launched a magazine empire based on the pristine naked flesh of the girl next door that gave it momentum and longevity.

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Big influence on Hef

Hefner was a genius who not only legitimized prurient materials but gave us a cultural icon, the sterile bunny…one of the most profound oxymorons from the 1950s.

An oxymoronic icon

Hef’s women were gorgeous and desirable, not unlike the object of affection in the joke above, but they were designed only for pleasure and not the reproductive responsibilities of the family.

My question then is this what smart women do?

Has it really been worth to them, given the unintended consequences of more frequent divorce, irresponsible men, rebellious and sexually active children as young as 10-11, rampant STDs, and epidemic sterility?

I saw a line of combat soldiers walking a patrol in Afghanistan on the front page of the New York Times.  At least two of them are women.  The Times also had an article about service women, with missing limbs.

Last night I watched two women boxers pummel each other in a cage to the delight of men in the audience.

Women at war?  Women beating each other up?  Even women playing football?

What do these women want?

That’s what men do to each other.  Women are supposed to be smarter than that!

Contrary to the conventional wisdom, men and women are not fungible.

If culture were left to the men, we would all be back in the caves.  Perhaps that’s where these manly feminists are leading us.

Is this the kind of equality women signed up for?

Could this not be another throwback to Roe v. Wade?

Thanks to Gramsci women who once would only kill to protect their children are now destroying the fruits of their womb at home while killing enemies overseas.

I saw a sign in a parking lot in Falls Church, Virginia in 1963 that said if women ever get equal rights with men, it will be a step down for them.

I don’t know who wrote that but it has remained with me for nearly a half century as the most profound statement I have ever read.

So are all women really stupid?

Of course not!

But many, who have bought the feminist message of the 21st century and have sacrificed their innocence, family and self-respect on an altar of choice, are certainly no smarter than the woman who said, we have to pass it, so we will know what is in it.

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Pass it first

Now that’s really stupid!

Check out this message about Roe  v. Wade: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x_Os0cwpCQE

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If Only Roe…

May 21, 2010
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I have loved going to the movies since I was 11 years old.

I would go to the show on a Saturday afternoon for a double feature with Alan Ladd, Randolph Scott or John Wayne.  Despite the decline in Hollywood’s moral standards, I still love to go to the show because films say so much about how our culture has evolved.

Films with serious subjects about life, moral choices and the inner struggle for God especially interest me. I particularly like movies that deal with Catholic issues, such as family, marital fidelity and abortion.

Each film is like a double feature for me.

I see not only what other moviegoers see but I also see a film from the perspective of my Catholic faith.

Hollywood has surprised me with its recent production of several pro-life films, such as Juno and Bella where women in unwanted pregnancies have selflessly decided to adopt their babies to friends instead of aborting their unborn children.

I recently saw Michael Caine’s latest movie, Harry Brown.  It is a bloody vigilante movie that reminded me more of a geriatric version of Charles Bronson’s old Death Wish movies, done with a cockney accent.

I was never crazy about Caine’s many, many roles when he was younger.  Alfie was a rouge and none of his war films did anything for me.

His most powerful role was in the film, Cider House Rules, where he played a sympathetic doctor with an addiction to ether, who performed illegal abortions during WWII.

Tobey Maguire was his young aid, who had strict reservations against what Caine was doing.

But after being enticed by one of Caine’s “patients” and his compassion for one of his fellow workers whose father had impregnated her, his reservations magically disappear and his transformation becomes complete and he follows in Caine’s footsteps.

The movie’s happy ending showed me how far we have come from those of Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland.

Another, more recent movie left me with the same feeling.

After seeing a similar movie a couple years ago, I had an epiphany about something that has baffled me for years.

Former Archbishop of St. Louis, now Cardinal Justin Rigali used to punctuate many of his pro-life homilies with the statement Life will be victorious.

While his invocation summoned images of Saint Louis IX, urging his crusaders to follow him into battle, his words also had an enigmatic quality that left me shaking my head in bewilderment.

This all changed with my viewing of Revolutionary Road.  The film depicts the disturbing story of a disintegrating suburban family in the 1950s.

To me it was the cinematic equivalent of Betty Friedan’s 1963 bestseller, The Feminine Mystique, which convinced millions of suburban housewives that their lives were meaningless.

April Wheeler is portrayed as a distraught and restless wife whose life seemed empty and hopeless. Her husband Frank, a thoroughly weak but buoyantly optimistic man, was still searching for his professional niche in life.

The couple had two children that were nothing more than blond appendages to their dismal lives.

To fill their marital void they spontaneously agreed to shed the conformity of oppressive suburbia and flee to the idyllic streets of Paris.

The plot becomes more complicated when Frank gets a promotion at his computer company that put him on the verge of a professional windfall and April gets pregnant.

To “solve” her problem she purchases a kit from the local pharmacy.  When Frank has second thoughts about their cultural change, and the end of their new baby, April is devastated.

A final solution appears to her in the frantic and unsettling words of a mentally ill man who tells her the sordid truth about their marriage.  Like the Fool in King Lear, he mocks the facade of their conflicted marriage from the depths of his madness.

To April his words are, not the ravings of a lunatic, but the painful truth that no sane person would dare say.  It is at that moment the audience realizes that April had only one viable option.

On the last morning of her life, acting like a submissive Stepford wife, marinated in robotic pleasantness, she calmly plans to end her mortal existence and that of her unborn child by suction bulb.

With fatal resignation cowering in her eyes before their picture window, her life ebbing away from her, I could almost hear the feminist chorus in the audience echo in unison, If only Roe…

It was at this exact moment I knew exactly what the Archbishop had meant. Jesus’ death and Resurrection had conquered death.  But for the Wheelers, there was no god except pleasure and success.

With the exception of a few mindless blasphemies they never gave God a second thought.  Without recognition of Him and His victory over death the only choice April had was the grave.

I just wonder how many people shape their opinions of such important issue by what they see in the movies?

Hollywood has always had the power to influence what Rush calls minds of mush which probably applies to millions of the American people.

But despair is not one of our choices.

In recognizing this Catholics should have confidence in life’s eventual triumph over the forces of death and despair that populate our culture, attack our families and seduce our children.

I know that both Cardinal Rigali still implores his Philadelphia flock about the victory of life over April’s culture of death and that St. Louisans still exhort Life’s Final Victory.  Now I know what they mean.


About author

After graduating from Holy Cross, Bill Borst earned an MA in Asian History from St. John's University and a Ph.D in American History from St. Louis University. (1972) A former New Yorker, he taught for many years in the St. Louis area, while also hosting a weekly radio show on WGNU from 1984-2006. He currently is a regular substitute for conservative Phyllis Schlafly on KSIV radio. (1320) He is the author of two books on social history, "Liberalism: Fatal Consequences," and "The Scorpion and the Frog: A Natural Conspiracy." He just retired as the Features editor of the Mindszenty Foundation Monthly Report. In his 11 years from 2003-2013 he wrote nearly 130 essays on Catholic culture and world affairs. Many in St. Louis also know him as the "Baseball Professor," because of a course that he offered at Maryville College from 1973-74. It was arguably the first fully-accredited baseball history course in the Midwest.The author of several short books on the old St. Louis Browns, he started the St. Louis Browns Historical Society in 1984. In 2009 his first two plays were produced on the local stage. "The Last Memory of an Ol' Brownie Fan," ran six performances at the Sound Stage in Crestwood and "A Perfect Choice" ran for two performances at the Rigali Center Theater in Shrewsberry. His third play, "A Moment of Grace," ran six performances at DeSmet High School in January of 2011with First Run Theater in January of 2011. He is currently working on a 4th play, "A Family Way," which is a comedy about a happy dysfunctional family. He can reached at bbprof@sbcglobal.net

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