As a feminist, I’ve tuned in to your show off and on since the early 1980’s when you first became a national talk show host. Periodically, I’ve listened to your show in order to know what’s going on at your network, the EIB (Excellence in Broadcasting) Network.
Interesting word, excellence. Webster defines it as ‘the quality of being outstanding or extremely good”. This label fits you to a T, for indeed, you are outstanding and extremely good all right. You are an outstanding example, indeed, you are the very essence of ten thousand years of misogynistic treatment of women.
When you speak against women, as you did with Sandra Fluke last week, you’re not only speaking with your own personal voice, you’re echoing all the collective male voices throughout human history that have used their power to denigrate, dominate and control women.
We get it Rush. We know you hate us. And maybe you feel justified. Perhaps you had a mother who abused or abandoned you and maybe you feel justified for feeling as you do about women who own their power and who don’t abdicate it to a man.
And no, this is not a mass indictment of all men by another femi-nazi, man-hating woman. I happen to love men, having been married to a couple of them and loved a few more.
I love men who know them selves to be more than their bank balances, more than their job titles, more than the number of sexual conquests or trophy wives they’ve had. I love men who see beyond the cultural definitions of who they’re supposed to be, especially as dictated by people like you.
I love men who in knowing themselves to be more than their net worth, more than their golf scores, or the number of cars or jet airplanes they own, can look in the mirror and see beyond appearances, see their inner beauty, listen to and trust their heart.
I love men who can be spacious enough to let their women shine, secure enough to let their women be as big and as beautiful as can be. I love men who are humble, and who inspire women to feel safe enough in their presence to open to their deepest, most vulnerable self.
I love men who aren’t afraid to be wrong, men who have the courage to say that they don’t always have the answers. I love men who have a regard for what’s sacred, what’s holy, what’s unnamable, what’s invisible. I love men who don’t take a woman’s love or anything else for granted. I love men who get that a woman in her power is the most beautiful creature on the planet. Oh, I love that kind of man!
So let’s be clear Rush, although I might be a liberal, elder, feminist, one you would undoubtedly call a femi-nazi, I’ve been close to enough men in my life to get who they are and I’m very happy there are two different genders on the planet.
What’s more Rush, I know you really don’t care what I think about men or what I think about you for that matter, and I understand your point of view. You, after all, are the famous one with millions of listeners on your EIB network and I write a blog read by a few hundred or maybe a few thousand people.
But for what it’s worth, Rush, just as like when you spoke and behind you were thousands of years of misogyny, I know that I am also speaking not just for myself. My voice echoes millions of women, probably more than the number of your listeners, throughout human history who now say, “enough”!
We have had enough. Women have had enough with the snarky sexual innuendoes. We’ve had enough of being de-valued and discounted because we have vaginas. We’re done with laughing away our discomfort for fear of being ridiculed or accused of being too weak, too angry or too sensitive.
We’re no longer willing to pretend we don’t feel angry when a man demonstrates his ignorance about women in the way you did last week. Not any more, Rush. I must thank you for going over the line the way you did, for while you have brushed up against the line of indecency many times over the decades, this time you finally crossed it.
And now, all bets are off. You have unleashed a giant. And we vote! And we buy things! And we know who the advertisers are who continue to support your show. And we know who has pulled their ads from your show. And we’re keeping track.
Did I mention that we buy things? We buy flowers and mattresses and software and computer back up and internet services and we do have a choice about who to give our business to. And Rush, you can count on that we, and I don’t mean just women, we women and the men who love us and who love women, the men who have mothers, sisters, wives and daughters, we will no longer support any company that advertises on your show.
For, Rush, we will not stand for what you stand for. We will not stand for women being treated, talked to, or talked about in the way that you talked about Sandra Fluke. And we will not stand for those who stand for you or the likes of you. We will not stand for you or anyone, disrespecting the ones who brought you here, the ones who raised you, bathed you, fed you, changed your diapers, and wiped your fevered brow.
Rush, it is time for you to go. What you stand for is over. You had a good ride. You rode to the top. You’ve been a king-maker. You’ve sat in the seat of power of one of our country’s main political parties. You’ve been the master puppeteer. So don’t be greedy now. Your time is up.
Humanity is moving on and we are moving in the opposite direction as you. I know it doesn’t look that obvious that we are parting ways, for you still appear to wield considerable power in the halls where power counts. But like a big ship changing course in the middle of the sea, this ship called humanity, is turning around. And you represent exactly what we are moving away from. We are headed down the path, on which men and women know they are just two sides of the same coin called humanity. We treasure ourselves and one another. We love and respect all life, humans, plants and animals. We respect our mother, the planet. We live in an abundant universe and know there is a place for everyone. Even you, Rush. We even have a place for you.
How would you like a part time job working at a women’s health clinic near your home there in Florida. Newt could probably get you a job working the night shift as a janitor or maybe you could even dispense contraceptives to those crazy college-aged women down there. You know, the ones who are having so much sex they can’t afford to pay for it? (You might want to do some homework on how contraceptives actually work, Rush.)
To your continued excellence,
Dr. Judith Rich