Recently, I wrote a piece at The Federalist titled “Hell Hath No Fury Like A Single Liberal Woman,” based on my own experience as a former liberal, and offered some explanation as to why single women make up such a large proportion of the Democrat Party. And why, as Jesse Kelly commented, many of those women seem to be somewhat mentally unstable. Based on comments in my inbox and on social media, the piece was fairly well received. Well, mostly well received. Of course, any time you categorically call a group of people, particularly single women, “crazy,” you’re bound to get some pushback.
One writer at Wonkette penned a dissertation, dissecting my piece line by line to demonstrate why everything I said was a “Jennifer” problem rather than attributable to leftist ideology. I think the author proved my point about leftists being compassionate on the outside but vicious and hypercritical on the inside. Judge for yourself.
However, it did get me thinking. Which came first, the chicken or the egg? Was it my personality and disposition that inclined me to fall prey to cult-like thinking, or did leftist values alter my fundamental beliefs? Yes.
Is it Nature?
As much as they whine about “gender” being a social construct, women have inherently feminine traits that predispose them to liberal or progressive values. I use those words as ideological frameworks rather than referring to their etymological meaning. “Progressives” do not seem particularly interested in progress. Table that debate for another time.
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