Ann Romney, inauthentic woman
Bitch has never worked a day in her life, and she’s married to a weird rich Republican guy. What they hell would she know about what women care about? Authentic women, that is — you know, the kinds who can’t afford the luxury of being stay at home parents. Or, like, the luxury of being pampered cancer survivors. Or MS sufferers.
Some women, even after being punished with a child (or heaven forfend, multiple little life sentences), still manage to get out of their kitchens and press for women’s empowerment. By, for instance, supporting a political party that believes women are so weak and needy that they can’t possibly get by without special dispensations, or Big Daddy government paying for their condoms or birth control pills.
Yet we’re to believe Ann Romney, a rich priss who’s never done a goddamn thing of note (though I admire her “grit,” don’t get me wrong!) presumes to speak for real women?
Please. She’s like an extra twitchy June Cleaver.
The White House — after having created this coordinated message (unless you believe Obama’s bit about his wife’s not having the “luxury” of being a stay at home is some sort of happy coincidence) — has pulled back, and it’s Rosen who is being asked to take one for the team.
But we know the truth, don’t we?