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The strange case of feminism ... At age 12, my grandmother became the defacto "mom" of the household after her mother died. Her family lived a small farm in the thumb of Michigan, and the times were tough ... On the rare occasion they had meat for dinner, it was a rabbit one of her brothers managed to shoot.

Things got a little bit better over the years, but not by much before the Great Depression hit. She met my grandfather, a man who worked menial jobs and without any money, and soon they planned to be married. On the day of her wedding, my grandmother got up early in the morning to go scrub the floors at the church, as well as cook the food for their small reception.

My grandfather continued working low-paying jobs, while my grandmother raised their 2 daughters. They scrimped, they saved, and never once skipped the Sunday tithe at church, yet still managed to send both daughters to college. Also, without a formal education or any business training, she decided to open a beauty salon in downtown Detroit (where they raised their family).

Her politics were that of the Old Right, anti-war, anti-New Deal, and thought FDR destroyed the country. She taught me about inflation and how the Federal Reserve causes it with its printing press, before I was even aware of such thing as an economics class. She took me to open my first bank account. My grandmother was intelligent, street-smart, hard-working, and successful. Her beauty salon thrived until she sold it deciding to retire.

What did she think of feminists? She thought they were looney, whining moonbats! She saw them demanding the things they already had - the education and prosperity she didn't. She couldn't understand why they claimed to be victims, whining they weren't allowed to do what she already had.

My grandmother just went about life instead of crying the victim. Took care of her family, volunteered at church, owned her own business, sent her children to college, and enjoyed retirement with her grandchildren. She had no room, reason, or patience for feminists. She just did what they cried that they couldn't.

My mother and aunt, along with my sister and cousin, are made from the same mold. They've accomplished great things, more than most (including men), and did it without demanding from government, nor neglecting their families. They are what feminists wish they could be, and what feminists will never be ... until they stop their whining.