Jessica Valenti
The Problem That Has No Name
We still have no word to describe what happens to women living in a country that hates them
After Donald Trump mocked Dr. Christine Blasey Ford at a rally in Mississippi this week — a new low for the president of lows — I couldn’t muster the energy to be outraged. Even as the crowd chanted “lock her up,” now a catchall for any woman who defies Trump, I felt that I had simply run out of anger. And today, as the sham FBI investigation into Brett Kavanaugh came to a close and it became clear that Republicans would vote how they were always going to vote, I wasn’t sad or upset — an exhausted numbness came over me instead.
For women, the national reckoning on sexual assault — and its backlash — isn’t just a political moment or a cultural shift. It’s an unraveling of the lies this country tells itself about women’s progress. It confirms feminists’ worst fears about men in power and how poorly they think of us.
For once, it does not feel good to be right.
Over last few weeks, as Kavanaugh’s path to confirmation has killed off any pretense of justice, I’ve heard from dozens of women who are not just angry or sad or devastated. It’s something more; what they’re feeling is something deeper, more existential, and…
