It’s ironic and faintly humorous that Michele Bachmann is so riled up about the song “Lyin’ Ass Bitch” that was played by house band Roots to introduce her when she appeared on “Late Night With Jimmy Fallon.” Apparently, this week, Bachmann’s playing the scorned woman victim role, and has demanded that NBC apologize, calling the song “sexist” and evidence of Hollywood bias. Please – a woman who publicly admits that she “submits” to her “godly” husband, as a good wife should, is suddenly worried about sexism?
Incidentally, this isn’t the first time music and Michele haven’t mixed. When she first kicked off her campaign, she helped herself to Tom Petty’s song “American Girl,” and played it at one of her rallies. Petty’s attorneys wasted no time in telling this particular un-American Girl that she wasn’t welcome to use his song to promote her presidential campaign. The cease and desist letter from the Petty camp seemed to do the trick; even Bachmann could comprehend the legalese inherent in “cut it out.”
But, really – who is Bachmann kidding? If it weren’t for the “lyin’” part and the “bitch” part, and the song was something like, say, “Hot Ass,” it’s likely she wouldn’t have been fazed. This is not a woman for whom the feminist bell often tolls. Recently, at an Iowa forum on social issues with other GOP candidates, Bachmann played waitress, dutifully circling the table and filling up her male counterparts’ water glasses. Are they her “godly” rivals? Do they, too – in fact, do all men – lay claim to her submissiveness?
Feminist organizations believe, and rightly so, that Bachmann would be a setback, rather than a boon, to women were she to win (perish the thought) the 2012 presidential election. The myth has been that female Republican politicians would have more compassion for women and children than their male counterparts, would be more likely to give other women opportunities, would be less likely to travel the well-worn, dusty road of slashing and burning social programs and aid to the poor, women and children. Bachmann kicks that notion in the teeth – after all, her solution to the tax problem is for the poor to “buy two less Happy Meals” and ante up.
As reported by the Huffington Post, Bachmann is opposed to choice and family planning; she’s a proponent of defunding Planned Parenthood (which, as we know, plays a very small role in abortions and a very large role in preventive healthcare services for low-income women); she’s a broken record on repealing “Obamacare;” she supported the Stupak Amendment, which would have banned abortion coverage for women under healthcare reform. Bachmann apparently believes that the presidential qualifications of intellect and knowledge run a distant second to her favorite qualifier: Mother of five, foster mother to 23, and wife of 33 years.
But when it comes to other peoples’ children, Bachmann isn’t so benevolent: As she stated, in opposition to the law under the Affordable Care Act that allows children to remain on their parents’ healthcare plans until they’re 26, “Why would any parent want their kid on their health-care plan when they are 26? Parents want their kids to grow up and take care of themselves. A 26-year-old is an adult.” So is an 18-year-old, but the jobs that 18-year-olds generally hold don’t pay the nice bennies that a perennial feeder at the public trough, like Bachmann, is able to obtain.
Bachmann’s fan base includes women like Phyllis Schlafly’s niece, Suzanne Venker, who believes that “women shouldn’t pursue challenging professions like brain surgery because it might prevent them from having children.” Venker, and others, laud Bachmann for “showing the bright side of biblical ‘submission’ and proving that the women’s movement has contributed nothing beneficial to society.”
Given Bachmann’s stance – the antithesis of anything even remotely connected with respect for women, womens’ rights, childrens’ well-being, feminism or any form of equality for women – it seems outrageous, on many levels, that she’s whining now about “sexism” when she’s depicted in a negative way by a random tune played by a band on a night-time talk show.
In Bachmann-land, men are gods who rule, and she’s made no bones about it. Time for her to “man up” and recognize when she’s been hoist on her own petard.