These days, there’s a great deal of energy in the women’s advocacy world in Washington, DC because — haven’t you heard? — Obama is a feminist. Though things aren’t moving as fast as women’s advocates would like (the inevitable result of impossibly high expectations), they are certainly moving in the right direction as women are finally being courted and their concerns getting the attention they deserve. The city is bubbling over with campaigns and initiatives on behalf of women and families in such areas as workplace policies, women and healthcare, violence against women, etc. In such an environment, one can’t help but be swept up by the sense of possibility and progress.
So here I am, going about my work and performing my own small part in women’s advocacy, when Maureen Dowd stops me short. I stumble upon, "Men Behaving Madly," and think, Why the hell is she wasting her time on that? I take a look, and yes, it starts off with a few paragraphs about the hit show Mad Men, but the meat of the piece is a defense of David Letterman.
David Letterman!? Even worse than my initial impressions.
There are only a handful of women columnists in this country, and of that select group, only two, Gail Collins and Maureen Dowd, have space behind the most prestigious and coveted bully pulpit in American journalism today, the editorial page of the New York Times. Maureen Dowd chose to comment on the sexual scandal of a late-night comedian rather than use her precious column inches to, if not advance women, then at the very least broadcast and illuminate on topics relevant to the great issues of the day.
Well, maybe it’s an anomaly, I think. Perhaps Maureen experienced a singular moment of self-indulgence. So I go to take a quick look at her recent body of work, and end up tracking it back to before the 2008 Elections (I stop at October 15, 2008) before I have to stop myself. I was getting totally sucked in by morbid fascination over her utter lack of interest in and empathy for everyday women.
Over the last year, as far as I could tell (I went through 80 articles fairly quickly), the number of times Dowd has written about anything that would support the women’s policy agenda is a big fat goose egg. The number of times she’s written about anything at all that could be representative of a woman’s perspective on anything substantive can be counted on one hand.
In September, she did devote a column to women’s happiness, inspired by the hubbub around the ridiculous attention Arianna Huffington gave to a recent happiness study and the self-help guru Marcus Buckingham, who was commissioned to cover the topic for the HuffPo. Others have ably explained what’s wrong with that study and Marcus Buckingham here and here. Dowd did little more than accept such studies at face value and echo Huffington and Buckingham.
In contrast to one article explicitly about women, Dowd has written about Sarah Palin eight times (she doesn’t like Palin). She has written about sex scandals three times, showing a fascination with the plight of the political wife, going so far as to produce "Rules of the Wronged," described as a "Practical Guide to Help Spurned Political Wives Survive Old Problems in the Era of New Technology." One column on Anna Wintour, editor of Vogue, and another on Michelle Obama’s sculpted arms reveal her interest in fashion and women’s allure. Beyond these demonstrations of her robust intellect (not), she has written about the Meryl Streep movie, Julie and Julia, driving and cel phones, a visit with George Lucas, and (Good Lord) Tom Delay on Dancing with the Stars, among other fluffy things.
Oh, okay. I must grudgingly add that Dowd did manage to crank out a few items on topics like Dick Cheney, the financial bailout, race, the Internet and the decline of newspapers, but those items were completely gender neutral. In other words, they could have been written by men. The proportion of soft to somewhat serious commentary (although it can be hard to find the line between the two since categorizing is always a subjective art) is distressingly high, and Dowd’s body of commentary itself is distressingly absent of an everyday woman’s viewpoint and concerns. Of the White House Council on Women and Girls, Lily Ledbetter, the murder of Dr. Tiller, or any other event that rocked the world of women, Dowd has not gone near with a ten-foot pole.
The one item that came closest to reflecting what women across the country were feeling on an important issue was "White Man’s Last Stand," about Sonya Sotomayor’s confirmation hearings for the Supreme Court. In it, Dowd writes:
President Obama wants Sotomayor, naturally, to bring a fresh perspective to the court. It was a disgrace that W. appointed two white men to a court stocked with white men. And Sotomayor made it clear that she provides some spicy seasoning to a bench when she said in a speech: “I simply do not know exactly what the difference will be in my judging, but I accept there will be some based on gender and my Latina heritage.”
Ironic, huh? Dowd is all for gender diversity on the highest court in the land, but does so very little with her own gender in her own seat on arguably the world’s loftiest media platform. Instead, she has left the responsibility to the one other woman on the editorial page, Gail Collins, but more notably to a dude, Nick Kristof, who has become in many people’s eyes the greatest women’s champion of all. Dowd is a charismatic communicator and has no shortage of intelligence and, I believe, good intentions. It’s such a shame that none of those good intentions are directed at helping her own.


