The Marcum Blog
Evidently, the Realm of the Gods works a lot
like America’s banks…or Congress.
who could possibly know the taste of that fuzzy
end more than Hillary Clinton?
How interesting that several millennia ago, in
the world’s first advanced civilization, stories
employed standards of beauty thrust upon
women that still exist today. Men were known
for their strength, or cleverness, or
industriousness, or any number of things, but
women were known only for beauty or fertility.
Strike a pose or spit out a kid. Otherwise,
begone!
From the moment she was First Lady, Hillaryhaters organized quickly, denouncing her every
move and gaining traction because she didn’t
follow the prescribed behavior for women:
demurring; apologizing; running to the tea and
sympathy crowd; or any number of things
mistakenly outspoken women are supposed to
do. Instead, Hillary took a page from Eleanor
Roosevelt’s book and marched forward, head
held high and shoulders thrown back, ignoring
her detractors.
Three thousand years later and nothing much
has changed. Young girls are made to believe
their looks are all they bring to this world, but,
if the eye of the beholder decides she isn’t
beautiful, she is carefully, or not so carefully,
cautioned to cultivate a personality. Moreover,
women who have the audacity to have opinions
and speak their minds as if they were invited to
participate are immediately greeted with
derision.
So, it shouldn’t be surprising that, for the past
year, we have been watching
in yet another remake, but not as a film; this
time, as political theatre. In this remake, the
focus has been on Athena, played by Hillary
Clinton, and Poseidon, played by Donald
Trump. Medusa has been portrayed by a list of
women ranging from Fox News anchor Megyn
Kelly to former Miss Universe Alicia Machado,
with every other woman in the world in
between, including Trump’s own daughter and
an unnamed, thankfully, 10-year old girl!
Whether you believe God created Eve from
Adam’s rib or that women split from men in the
primordial slime, there’s no arguing that the
ladies have always gotten what Marylin Monroe
aptly called “the fuzzy end of the lollipop.” And
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Well, nothing but nothing makes people
angrier than being ignored after they’ve gone
through all of the trouble of hurling their most
polished invective at you. What disrespect given
to one’s disrespect! “Hey, lady! I spent all of
last night digesting bile to vomit at you! Just
who do you think you are?”
What’s most amazing to me is that people have
yet to catch onto the fact that women are the
gutsiest people in public forums and when it
comes to running things. They have no “Girl’s
Club” to mirror that of the Boy’s Club. There is
no “Ladies’ Code,” and no one has ever heard
of a “Ladies’ Agreement.” Women don’t have to
run their opinions by other women to avoid
ruffling feathers. They arrive at a consensus
only after they formed their ideas separately and
met other people who shared them.
Most men, especially the SWiCs*, however, are
completely beholden to other men because their
social standing never changes from their first
days in middle sc