The March For Womens' Lies

Living in Dupont Circle, the hub of what passes for alternative lifestyles in Washington, D.C. I am accustomed to heavy traffic in political protest. Leftist marches on Washington are invariably preceded by warm-up and warm-down protests, teach-ins and concerts in Dupont Circle. I always feel special in my neighborhood because I am the counter-culture. This feeling is amplified when the Circle and surrounding area is overrun by political correctness, as was the case the weekend past with the pro-abortion march.

My girlfriend saw a placard intended for the march that read, “Stop the War on Women.” When she told me about it I knew immediately what it meant. The war against women is being fought in unisex bathrooms across the country. Or so at least I am led to believe by one of that gender’s less flattering representatives. On Saturday evening I went to dinner with my girlfriend at a nice local restaurant called Firefly (4 stars for décor, 3 ½ stars for food and 1 star for unisex bathrooms). I was leaving the bathroom when an animated woman close to my mother’s age put her face in front of mine and shouted, “Put the seat down!” I was taken off guard and said, “What?” Again shouting, she said, “Did you put the seat down? Put the seat down!” The hallway in which this woman stood conspiring against males with two of her friends is quiet and afforded her no view of the toilet I was leaving, so she had no call for raising her voice. I stepped in close to her to make sure she realized her shouting wasn’t at all intimidating. I stood still, and she paused, now unsure what to do. In a quiet, measured voice I said, “Can you say please?” Again, she paused, and then stammered, “Please.” I always thought there was a reason why such women are referred to as “feminazis” but I never suspected it had to do with toilet seats. Even life in Dupont Circle has left me unprepared for the odd accosting by a menopausal woman over the issue of a toilet seat, but life with my mother and father has not. When in doubt, be polite.

The march was disingenuous to say the least. A gathering of people celebrating infanticide under the euphemistic label, “March For Women’s Lives” could not be farther from the truth. Polemics notwithstanding, motherhood and the health and welfare of children do not threaten the livelihood of women. While the mainstream media was rhapsodic about the large turnout, it said little about the march’s having been several times re-labeled by it’s single issue pro-abortion organizers who found difficulty attracting large numbers when their cause was explicitly defined. The media was also quiet in noting (if at all) that some of the crowd resulted from the march having been timed to coincide with meetings of the International Monetary Fund. IMF protesters weren’t the only supplementary forces drawn from marginally aligned groups. Organizations that logically should be opposed to pro-abortion politics were encouraged to participate. The National Education Association, an organization that apparently does not always side with the children it claims to educate, officially co-sponsored the march with monies derived from compulsory union dues.

The women on stage represented the spectrum of hate-Bush partisanship that passes for politics in Democrat circles. Theirs was not to reason, not speak in paragraphs, but to exhort with coarse and often vulgar slogans. With so much political trash talking and so little civil discourse my feminazi friend from Firefly must have felt quite at home at the March For Women's Lies.