And Dowd fumes! Even on the printed page you can see Dowd fuming. Hillary is HER invention! HER antagonist! Who the hell does she think she is?
Because Maureen Dowd's version of Hillary Clinton doesn't exist in real life, the author resorts to the phrasing of a fiction writer:
"Hillary believed. . ."
"The Clintons seemed to have. . ."
"It turned out that female voters seem to be looking at. . ."
"This attitude intensified the unappetizing solipsistic subtext of her campaign. . . " (Thrown in because, come on! That took some work!)
"Hillary started from a place of entitlement. . ."
"Hillary’s coronation was predicated on. . ."
"The Clintons assumed. . ."
"And now she's even angrier. . ."
"Hillary has an 'I' message: I have been abused and misunderstood and it’s my turn."
"It’s a victim mind-set that is exhausting. . ."
"Hillary knew that she could count on the complicity of feminist leaders. . ."
"And that’s always the ugly Faustian bargain with the Clintons. . ."
What a story! The stuff of great fiction, and Maureen Dowd is without a doubt a great story-teller. But if there was a part in there about Hillary killing feminism--as the title suggests--I must have missed it.
But let's say it's in there and I did miss it: Hillary Clinton has been accused of a lot of things, but killing feminism is a new one. The last I looked, feminism is alive and well and doing just fine. The plot twist comes when Dowd tries to portray Hillary as a perennial victim, only to give her the power to kill an entire movement. It stretches credulity, even for fiction.
The theme of Hillary as either victim or villain is growing old. She is neither. But Dowd has lived with this character for so long, building her into a larger-than-life creature of her own making (as every good writer of fiction must do), she can't let her go. Not her Hillary. Not this version. It's driving the poor woman mad! (No, not really. I made that up. See how easy it is?)
At risk of seeming presumptuous, let me just say, writer to writer, woman to woman: Maureen, honey, it's time. It's time to let it go, to move on to something new. You've done all you can with this one, and it's just not working. Now you're repeating yourself.
Even in fiction, the same old story is still the same old story.
(Cross-posted at Dagblog, The Broad-Side and Crooks and Liars)