The election of Donald Trump has shaken identity politics to its foundations. Appealing to minorities, women, and the LGBTQ population—the so-called “coalition of the ascendant”—was supposed to guarantee Democratic rule into something like perpetuity. Yet more than one in four Hispanics apparently voted for a man who has promised to build a wall to prevent other Hispanics from coming illegally to the United States. An angry, isolated Rust Belt working class flipped the race card, placing a successful bet on its own sense of group grievance. And 53 percent of white women preferred a Mad Men-era womanizer to the would-be first woman president.
Apparently white people (at least the non-SJW kind) felt that they were/should be a voting block group; and vote where they believe their best interests lie. From the reaction of those who say that they should decided such things, doing this and not having women vote for the woman (who repeatedly told us she was a woman) because she is a woman is terribly showing identity politics at its ugliest. Obviously she should have won by 50 percentage points,
Here is the bubble that they live in,
That last fact especially should be prompting a serious reckoning among Democratic political consultants and in liberal-media conference rooms. How many times did we hear that women—more than half the voting population, remember—would thrill to the prospect of breaking the “highest, hardest glass ceiling?” How many articles chronicled the disgust women felt for the sexist comments and stories of groping by the Republican candidate? The mismeasure of the women’s vote couldn’t be because men were driving the conversation. Over the past few decades, women have filled campaign staff rooms, press pools, and media opinion pages.
No, ironically, the problem is that women in media have spun their own cocoon.
It is often said that manufacturers of products should “eat their own dog food”. In this case, the SJW class apparently did so. They are like those vegans that you see that look unhealthy because they lack all of the essential nutrients.
Out in the real world, women have to live their lives. One can’t eat shattered glass from the ceiling. This really brings up the relevant question, how much do women really feel to be their own identity group? Unmarried women probably do more so, yet 54% of them going to Trump implies that lot of the unmarried were not feeling the Team Woman vibes this time.
Education is supposedly about learning to do critical thinking and expanding your knowledge of the world,
Remember: it wasn’t very long ago that journalists were scuffed-shoed beat reporters—almost all of them men. Their siblings and cousins were nurses, cops, and firemen. They were both the sons, and the interpreters, of America’s vast blue-collar middle class.
But in recent decades, journalism has become an enclave of the college-educated, inhabited by the sons and daughters of lawyers and professors who can afford to help them during their many years on campus, in graduate school, and working at internships and low-paying entry jobs in New York, Washington, and other luxury cities. By the outset of the 2000s, a majority of fledgling educated journalists were women—or, more specifically, relatively well-off, Title IX-empowered women thoroughly indoctrinated in the history of white-male wrongdoing.
It does seem that the educational establishment has failed here. The gaping chasm between what these people say and the reality that people see has become too much. Small lies can maybe work in an open society, but big ones have difficulty; especially if people can actually see the relevant results. What lessons will these people learn? Since they have been indoctrinated into believing BS themselves, and have their entire identity built around BS, then the obvious response is to double down. This will be a long hard war.
Let us consider further how this all happened,
Of course, journalism had attracted prominent, educated Second Wave feminists (those who waged the battles of the 1960s and 1970s). Both Betty Friedan and Gloria Steinem started their careers in the media. But this new cohort was lucky enough to graduate just as the Internet began taking over the public conversation. The web was the perfect petri dish for developing the voices and politics of the young women who would become feminism’s Third Wave. Where once the young and naïve writer had to apprentice herself to seasoned media veterans at establishment publications, now she might well find her first job in the new-media adventure park. Instead of submitting to the traditional discipline of old-style “objective” journalism, she could help remake the blah, blah, blah into something more personal, irreverent—and activist
So here we have a tailor made echo chamber, with cheerleaders hanging on the side. Did any of what was written have to actually match with reality? Not really. This did not matter. In fact, it was not desired at all. Only the narrative matters. Reality is really a nasty thing; eventually it makes itself felt. Though, in these cases, with well to do parents and other patrons, they are somewhat insulated from it.
People should never be too insulated from reality. It is unhealthy.
So in this incestious stew, like the Kardashians, authors became famous for being famous.
In fact, the medium became part of the message. Journalism, gender studies, media, and sociology majors—the young women, like Jessica Valenti, Anna Holmes, Irin Camron, and Jill Filipovic, names now well-known to cable news producers and booking agents—didn’t exactly cover the news: in the early years of the Third Wave and the blogging revolution, they were the news. On sites like Jezebel and Feministing and at lefty zines like Salon and Talking Points Memo, they had the freedom to explore their feelings about sex, men, politics, popular culture, and feminism. Speaking to their own (single, educated millennial) peer group, they didn’t worry much about persuasion or analytical rigor.
How many groups are allowed to be divorced from reality? Are engineers, construction workers, carpenters, etc.? People who actually need to get things done, to make things work can not afford as such. Perhaps the above is a luxury society can no longer afford.
So the incest became an orgy. Orgies normally don’t work well in the long run
Soon enough, an ailing mainstream media, trying to diversify staff and desperate to grab the attention of younger readers and viewers, came calling. The bloggers moved into cubicles at the New York Times, Slate, MSNBC, the Guardian, and The New Republic. There they learned to search Google for articles from the expanding oeuvre of gender research to support the positions that they were already convinced were true. They made a formidable sorority: stylish, full of sexy bravado, and, unlike their baby boomer mothers, wholly at ease with technology. Under the auspices of the media and cultural establishment, they quoted one another’s bon mots about the patriarchy and sat on the same gender panels at the 92nd Street Y or at Yale “sex weeks,” where they mocked the Michele Bachmanns of the world. In the past few years, their influence has only grown, as mass-market fashion magazines like Elle, Cosmopolitan, and Marie Claire have given them column space, effectively crowning them the new elite experts on women’s issues.
As mentioned before, how many women could afford the lifestyle/thoughtstyle of these so called journalists? These other women live in the real world. There are men in it. If not husbands, ten fathers, brothers, uncles, sons. That is their reality.
And in their reality, they needed results, not symbolism. Which leads to this
The election itself, pitting a credentialed feminist godmother against a rude Alpha male, was the best gift of all. The Hollywood Access tape, in which Trump could be heard boasting of grabbing women’s private parts; the steady march of women who came forward to accuse Trump of abuse; the disgust of some high-level Republican women, from Ted Cruz staffer Amanda Carpenter to New Hampshire senator Kelly Ayotte: the articles could practically write themselves. And so they did: a slew of titles like “Republican Women Are Done with Trump,” (Politico’s Katy Glueck) and “Republican Women Feel Betrayed by Their Party” (Slate’s Michelle Goldberg) popped up like so many weeds after a thunderstorm.
Still, even as Trump looked headed for defeat, the experts’ gender-identity politics was leading them astray. Plenty of women were not done with Trump. That’s not to say that they didn’t mind the candidate’s “locker room talk.” But, not filtering all reality through the framework of “patriarchy” or “male privilege,” they didn’t see it as disqualifying. Excellent women reporters like Salena Zito and Molly Ball did go to the hinterlands and listen carefully to what women there were saying, without imposing their own priors on them; they weren’t shocked to learn later that 92 percent of Republican women wound up voting for Trump.
The Evil Patriarchy is dead. Long live the Evil Patriarchy. The defeated boogieman must continually be resurrected to be beaten as a pinata. Unfortunately, people noticed that the empress to be had no clothes.
But the media’s anointed experts on women couldn’t see it. Gender-identity politics requires its practitioners to use the oppression of women as the organizing principle for interpreting the world. All issues can be understood as a version of this Manichean struggle—in the case of the 2016 election, between feminism and misogyny. Relying on a theory from Democratic pollster Celinda Lake, Goldberg argued that women were voting for Trump because they depended on their husbands and did what they were told. Both Lake and Goldberg failed to notice that “glass ceiling,” “harassment,” and even “equal pay” didn’t rank with the main sources of working-class discontent such as jobs, the cost of health-care premiums, and terrorism.
Working-class and other Trump-leaning women, much like their male counterparts, are well aware that media elites sneer at them (when they bother thinking about them). So great is their suspicion of their self-appointed betters that instead of being appalled by Trump stories, some assumed that the stories were planted. “I think this is the Clinton campaign,” Karen Diehl the co-owner of a southern Ohio insurance company and sometime Republican activist told me when I asked about the lurid Trump headlines. “The media wants her to win.”
Yes, the self-appointed betters have much to say. If they actually were betters, then perhaps they might have a call on being listened to. But they have proven themselves to dismissive of reality. Why would anybody follow such people?
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