Flannigan’s Wake
by KevinMay 8th, 2006
I have made a lifestyle choice that they can’t stand, and I’m not cowering in the closet because of it. I’m out, and I’m proud. I am a happy member of an exceedingly “traditional” family. I’m in charge of the house and the kids, my husband is in charge of the finances and the car maintenance, and we all go to church every Sunday.
Flannigan has the most over-developed sense of privilege that I have seen this side of George W. Bush. First, Flannigan has a nanny. In one scene in her book, she describes her feelings as she watched her nanny clean up her sick child’s vomit. Flannigan is a writer for the New Yorker and her husband is a high powered television executive. They are not a traditional family by any stretch of the imagination.
This, while we are on the subject, is why poor Ms. Flannigan has aroused such opposition. She benefits form the freedom that feminists have given her, and yet she spends an entire book denigrating those feminists because they don’t stay home like she does. With her nanny. And her high paying, prestigious gig writing for one of the top magazine sin the country. And she has the gall to pretend that every woman could make her “choice” and stay home. With a nanny. And a high paying, prestigious gig at one of the top magazine sin the country. And because the Democratic Party as an institution hasn’t stepped in to prevent the public spanking that such idiotic writing deserves, the Democrats apparently hate traditional families. You know, the ones with the nannies. And the moms with the work at home, high paying, prestigious gig at one of the nation’s premier magazines.
God save us from the finalists for the Upper Class Twit of the Year Award.
Precisely? And what form would such an intervention have taken, anyway? Nancy Pelosi hiring planes to skywrite “We Love You Caitlin Flanagan” over major metropolitan centers? The DNC taking out “Chin Up, Caitie!” ads in the Washington Post? Democratic governors holding press conferences to sternly tsk-tsk every time someone says her book’s a piece of crap?
I mean, come on. Time’s up, Ms. Flanagan. Go away.