Two Faces of American Womanhood
One personality of the distaff form publicly declares her demand that US taxpayers fork out the dough for all her birth control, arrogantly assuming that as a single woman her sexual exploits and the cost thereof are a burden to be born by others. This foxy female is the darling of the Democrats who have pushed the likes of Sandra Fluke as the standard-bearer for government-supported girl power. Such a funky new feminism can be succinctly encapsulated by the new rendition of that old Helen Reddy tune, I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar—Meow. The Flukes of the world and the modern woman’s life they espouse have given us the ultra-lubed era of the political pussy.
And then there is another face of the American Eve, a more enduring countenance proffering those silly old-fashioned virtues so out of step with the crass culture marketed today, values such as personal best, self-discipline, sexual abstinence while single, and a living belief in her Christian faith. Lolo Jones, athletic champion, 30-year old virgin, and down-to-earth woman of principle finds herself mocked by media elites who seem somehow threatened by an attractive and accomplished single woman who leaps forth into the limelight unencumbered by the yoke of sexual sleaze and whiny victim-hood.
Ms. Fluke may be hustling on the road campaigning for the Progressive-in-Chief and the Democrats may see sexual Sandy as a big political asset to be hawk to the liberal masses, but make no mistake, it is Lolo Jones, who in her exuberant yet unassuming way, is transforming the image of American womanhood.