After all the (deserved) outrage over Aaron Sorkin in the last week, his treatment of women on his shows and his downhill slide into back into adolescence, I always think of this scene, written for Allison Janney, in one of the first seasons of The West Wing.
As most of you who come here often know, I’m a feminist, a liberal and I try to be outspoken in this time of unprecedented regression on women’s rights. In America, it’s heartbreaking to think that we’ve suddenly become a nation that’s devoted to taking away the rights of its citizens, rather than granting them anew.
And then– yes, I do think about this piece of barely-veiled fiction. This kind of barbarism happens every day, in other nations that we do call our allies. I hope that one day we’ll stand up to these people and get them to stop. I know that many of us ask our government to take action on a regular basis (and maybe one day they’ll listen?).
But in the meantime, I’ll be happy that I live in the United States and that I am a woman, a citizen, a person here. I do consider myself a patriot, and I do get warm and fuzzy feelings on Independence Day. Because– at the very least– we’re a nation that for seven years allowed a critic of government and society to speak openly and freely on a major network, without jailtime and retribution. And that show was amazingly, wholeheartedly feminist.