Gloria Steinem and Madeleine Albright are basking in the throes of unified sisterhood. According to Albright, there is a special place in hell for women who don’t help other women. That’s the problem with a certain form of feminism, the intense, we are the world, hold hands, shout Kumbaya old school variety. They think that sisterhood is all important.
Once upon a time, I was one of the founders of the Women’s Space Network. One of the women involved in it was doing press at KSC during Sally Ride’s historic mission. She spent every minute sitting there, listening to every little communication, absorbing the intensity of it all. She was a newbie. Those of us who had been there for awhile, covering earlier missions would drop in after a launch, primarily to see what we could scrounge for free. I still have a large box of chotskies, somewhere.
It was that intensity….
It was the intensity of sisterhood. Men weren’t the enemy, but they were not as superior as sisterhood. It was also quite boring. I had a heck of a lot more fun hanging out with my male colleagues. Sure, they were dorks and geeks, but it beat the heck out of sisterhood.
For those of us who still have the battle scars of feminism, trust me there is nothing sacred about sisterhood. Women do not make a habit of helping other women. Instead, they make it a habit of stabbing one another in the back. If you need help, ask a man. I gather, by stating this, I’ll be going to hell, but like they say, hell hath no fury like a woman’s scorn.
Personally, I prefer men.