Written by Rebecca Embry
My grandmother, a wee woman of 4’10”, had six children and lived in Sri Lanka during a time when the country was going through a transition of power. Money was scarce, so she had to work for most of her adult life as an English teacher while my grandfather did his best to support the family as a clerk.
Through her daily activities, she constantly reminded us to educate ourselves in English literature, learn to cook and clean, paint, read the bible, attend daily mass, and always, always dress so tastefully. These continue to make an imprint on my mind.
She is the epitome of virtue, with such great dignity, intelligent character, and a fiery opinion all encompassed in an armor of authentic femininity. She had immense confidence in her role as a wife and mother; her magnificent poise as a woman of God was hard to overlook. Were she to care enough to keep up with the silliness that passes for modern activism these days, she would no doubt be shocked to learn of the vicious attacks and lack of respect from which her feminine identity suffers on a daily basis.
More notably, she would be shocked to learn the source of these attacks; from the advent of the sexual revolution and the pill to the recent march of Nasty Women, the key perpetrators in this attack on femininity can be found heading the ranks of the feminist movement.
Women were treasured beings; the ‘fairer sex’ as some put it back in the day, beings of mystery, femininity, virtue and sacrificial love.
St. Joan of Arc, Susan B. Anthony and St. Mother Teresa of Calcutta are some of the virtuous heroines who greatly contributed to the grandeur of our individuality. These women sacrificed their lives for the women and men before them, quite the opposite of what modern day feminism promotes. Nowadays, these charming ladies thrust forward and demand respect for their gender and ask to be treated equally to men, while simultaneously sexualizing all that is pure and beautiful.
Marriage is one institution that has suffered under the stiff rule of feminism, but not quite as much as that most hated role, motherhood, which is deemed as being quite unworthy of woman-kind. Noting the work that accompanies child-rearing, this movement has championed the solution to this “problematic” consequence of nature: abortion and the pill, which both establish a woman firmly in “control” of her “reproductive rights”.
The sad reality is that these women have actually lost control of their uniqueness and their aspirations; they consistently disgrace the splendor of our being, and dutifully murder our children. As feminism eradicates everything that is beautiful and significant to our identity, it simultaneously creates a new identity, a new fangled being, i.e., the nasty woman.
As the seas of pink marched on through the big cities on the day after the inauguration of President Donald J. Trump, chants of being “nasty women”, also, “my body, my choice”..etc., were ghastly declarations that were heard everywhere, as these nasty women walked around with genitalia props on their heads (quite an unsavory sight I must say).
How can anyone respect these feminists? How would anyone take a woman’s thoughts on intellectual subjects seriously? The high regard and respect that our feminine identity treasured for thousands of years has diminished because of this movement.
In Humane Vitae, a significant encyclical issued by the Catholic Church back in the early days of the sexual revolution, Pope Paul VI noted, “a man who grows accustomed to the use of contraceptive methods may forget the reverence due to a woman, and, disregarding her physical and emotional equilibrium, reduce her to being a mere instrument for the satisfaction of his own desires, no longer considering her as his partner whom he should surround with care and affection.”
As the use of the birth control pill became more widespread and feminism has come to full fruition, we see these words as nothing but truth. Men have lost respect for the feminine identity because there isn’t a feminine identity anymore. Women want to be like men, and now we’re sadly getting accustomed to the repercussions.
Is this what being a woman is all about? Women have reduced themselves to mere objects now? Has everyone forgotten how powerful we are, how capable we are? Feminists nowadays constantly grumble about the lack of respect for their strengths and potential; the ironic reality is that they are the driving force behind the destruction of our identity. They are the reason that women have been reduced to the pill; their so called “reproductive rights” kill the future women of America. This movement really has no foundation or structure; it’s just another satanic means of promoting the culture of death.
Of course, we should be able to vote, we should be able to drive, we should be able to work, and I am more than grateful for all the women in the early feminist movement who fought for those civil liberties, but most of these women did not agree with the abhorring mindset that the women nowadays adhere to.
One of the early suffragists, Dr. Margaret Blackwell said, “Look at the first faint gleam of life, the life of the embryo, the commencement of human existence. We see a tiny cell, so small it may be easily overlooked; it is a living cell; it contains a power progressive growth, according to laws, according, towards a definite type that we can only regard with reverent admiration.”
Another feminist, Victoria Woodhull wrote, “Wives deliberately permit themselves to become pregnant of children and then, to prevent becoming mothers, as deliberately murder them while yet in their wombs. Can there be a more demoralized condition than this?”
Many of the early suffragists condemned abortion and birth control. Sadly, this modern day feminist movement is not fighting for that. This movement is taking away the beauty, the grace and the femininity that women naturally have.
Dr. Alice Von Hildebrand, a Catholic theologian and philosopher, has considerably contributed on the topic of the toxicity of feminism. She says, “They let themselves become convinced that femininity meant weakness. They started to look down upon virtues — such as patience, selflessness, self-giving, tenderness — and aimed at becoming like men in all things. Some of them even convinced themselves that they had to use coarse language in order to show the ‘strong’ sex that they were not the fragile, delicate, insignificant dolls that men believed them to be.”
A few months ago while I was breastfeeding my then 9 month old son, I was lost in thought and wonder as he fell asleep, nourished and happy. This baby boy one day will be a grown man. A man that will journey through life for a career, be a husband or a priest, have children of his own someday, all because of me, a woman.
This little boy has exactly half of my DNA, has relied on me to come out into this world, has relied on me to be nurtured and one day his persona will be determined by my actions. What a responsibility, what a task, what an honor.
Feminism brings about the lack of charity, selfishness and the permanent termination of our most precious jewels- our families. Whether one is a wife, mother or a single woman, we all share a significant capability that feminists tend to overlook – our God given maternal and feminine care.
This doesn’t make us any lesser than men; even so we should be even more revered for our strengths. We are all called to nurture, love and to sacrifice. Truly, it is an identity that must be cherished and esteemed.
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