“I want to shatter the glass ceiling,” I said, “but to believe that, depending on which woman rises to the top, you could actually be doing more harm than good to women’s equality is difficult to wrap my mind around.”
It was 2011 and I was rolling through Manhattan in the back of a limo with George McGovern and Gloria Steinem. Yup, just me, George, and the subduer of the patriarchy. In a limo. In Manhattan. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined. There should have been champagne.
I was reflecting on my inner conflict between shattering the glass ceiling and it being shattered by modern-day Phyllis Schlafly’s. The Palin’s. The Bachmann’s. Women who belittle, if not aggressively sabotage, the empowerment of other women. The women who are the very definition of feminism yet actively deny that truth as they ascend to great heights of power. Women who step on the neck of other women as they ascend. None of us in that limo could have imagined a Congresswoman Boebert or Greene. But here we are.
“You can be supportive of any woman’s right to pursue her goals and still vote your beliefs,” Gloria said. The words were simple and clear. And, as Gloria said during her fight for the yet-to-be-ratified Equal Rights Amendment, “Revolutions are messy.”