In which case...Julie Birchill from the DT today:
The sexist Left has never liked a Right-wing woman
We’ve seen a lot of the Wrong Kind Of this year, and nowhere is this more prominent than the Wrong Kind of Woman
Julie Burchill
25 October 2020 • 10:00am
One good thing about making people work from home is that fewer winter commuters will be at the mercy of the Wrong Kind Of Snow, the phrase coined by the media in 1991 after severe weather disrupted British Rail services and this was the excuse. The bad news is that the Wrong Kind Of rules have jumped from weather systems into actual humans.
We’ve seen a lot of the Wrong Kind Of this year. There was The Wrong Kind Of Rock Star in both John Lydon (caught wearing a Make America Great Again T-shirt) and Morrissey (who has offended whole races and religions but, to be fair, seems to hate every living creature on two legs not four).
Just last week the actor Chris Pratt was pilloried as The Wrong Kind of Actor as the angry birds of Twitter attempted to peck him to pieces for his Christian faith and his supposedly conservative politics. (For once, Hollywood rose admirably to the fray, with the ultra-liberal Robert Downey Jnr posting: “What a world... the ‘sinless’ casting stones at my brother, Chris, a real Christian who lives by principle and has never demonstrated anything but positivity and gratitude.”)
But it’s women whose behaviour is policed most enthusiastically. Times changing as they do, those who seek to censure us can’t come out with the old virgin/whore polarisation anymore, so new words are pressed into service; “attention-seeking” is a frequent one, aimed this month at Finland’s dishy 34-year-old Prime Minister Sanna Marin after she posed in a black trouser suit with a plunging neckline and apparently nothing underneath; the Wrong Kind Of Cleavage.
The Left, however, are particularly keen on what I call Stealth Sexism, which isn’t crass enough to propose that women stay at home and embroider I LOVE SIR KEIR samplers but which has a weird habit of attempting to invalidate any female who espouses any view other than theirs.
We all remember socialist snickerings about Mrs Thatcher not being a “real woman” and nothing’s changed today with the limousine liberals having the vapours over President Trump’s nomination of Judge Amy Coney Barrett to fill the seat left by Justice Ruth Bader Ginsburg at the US Supreme Court.
Shamefully, there was a whole “Women’s March” against the putative appointment of this extremely accomplished woman who has risen to the top of her profession while still only in her 40s – and raised seven children at the same time.
Acting more like crazed and censorious toddlers – Violet Elizabeth Bott joins the Stasi – than adult females, they surrounded a counter-protest in support of Barrett, screaming over speakers and jumping on the stage.
Certainly in Britain, any female who has the self-respect to demand that we hold onto our sex-based rights would be an idiot to vote for anyone other than the Conservative Party, seeing how every other party attempted to throw us under the bus with the Gender Recognition Act and their fetishisation of self-identification. (Luckily, their buses had no wheels.) The many women of colour rising through the Tory ranks, from Priti Patel to Kemi Badenoch, do so solely on merit. The same can hardly be said about Labour.
The fact is that there is nothing “natural” about women being Left-wing; Mrs Pankhurst was barred from joining her local Labour Party till her friend Keir Hardie stepped in. It’s far more like an abusive relationship – “He’ll change!” No, he won’t.
And that’s why there’s only one Wrong Kind Of Woman in my book; the kind who allows Left-wing men to gaslight her with yet more empty promises of jam tomorrow. So long as she picks the fruit, does the cooking and then sells it on the stalls at the Labour Party conference, that is – while the men get on with the serious stuff.