“Having a son” is a dilemma for some liberals now

Sometimes you have to scratch your head.  This piece by a self-proclaimed feminist is the dumbest thing I’ve ever read.  It begins:

I’ve always been a feminist. I’m lucky. My mother, Jane Caro, is a feminist, as is my grandmother, and both always have been. It’s something I’ve never questioned and always felt confident and strident about. Just ask me about it at a dinner party (if you dare…)

Motherhood has been quite a confronting experience for my feminism so far, and I’m sure it will continue to be. Ever since discovering I was pregnant it’s been a process of adjusting and reconciling my biology with my ideology, particularly when I discovered that my baby, my most-beloved Alfred, would be a boy.

I had never wanted a son. I wanted daughters, probably because I am one of two daughters and six granddaughters, no sons or grandsons. This seemed altogether to fit in with my feminism better. It was more comfortable to me.

A boy?  Pass the smelling salts!

After thinking about why this bothered her, she came to this conclusion.  She was worried about this: “how will I raise a son who respects me the way a daughter would?”

Can you believe how self-obsessed these people are?

As Glenn Reynolds wrote, “if your ideology makes you ‘feel sick’ at the thought of having a boy, there’s something wrong with your ideology.”