The Democrats are not our allies. No matter how much sunshine we blow up their asses and how many rhetorical blowjobs we continue to provide, they aren’t on our side. Why do we stand by them through their weak and inconsistent support of reproductive rights, their active exacerbation of poverty and discrimination, their declaration that they don’t “do women’s issues”?
Because we feel dependent on them.
Because we’re scared of what might happen if we were to leave them.
“They’re concerned with important things right now. They’re under a lot of stress. In better times, they would never treat us like this. Maybe we offended them somehow. Could we be asking too much from them? They do so much for us, after all.”
That is what’s called an “abusive relationship”.
We feminists are great at pointing them out when it’s our girlfriends, our mothers, our sisters, our daughters, our coworkers, or even some random woman in a “reality” series. “Why don’t you get the fuck out of there? He’s going to kill you one of these days!” Why haven’t we noticed that we’ve all been in an abusive relationship for decades now?
And yet every election cycle, we stick out our hands to the DNC and hope that we get a little extra allowance (“Please, just this once, honey?”). We never get it, of course, because our Democrat pimps are confident we’d never leave them for their colleagues in the GOP. Of course we haven’t. The Democrats are at least not openly misogynistic.
What’s the difference between the Democrats and the Republicans?
Democrats say “I’m sorry, baby” after they knock your front teeth out.
Let them both eat TV dinners. We can do better.