Apparently 1.4 million people saw my post about Lindsay Clancy, and some of the women who disagreed with me responded in the least reassuring way possible: they started telling me how often mothers think about killing their children.
Ladies…that was not a question. Nobody was taking a survey.
I saw comments saying, “Every mother has had thoughts like that.” Every mother? That’s your defense? You’re trying to protect women, but you’re making motherhood sound like a Dateline internship.
And stop writing this stuff on public social media! The internet is forever. Divorce attorneys can read. Custody judges have Wi-Fi. You’re trying to show compassion, but what you’re actually doing is handing your ex-husband Exhibit A with a little heart emoji underneath it.
Mental illness can explain somebody’s behavior, and a jury can decide whether it removes criminal responsibility. I understand that. But you cannot spend fifty years insisting hormones do not affect a woman’s judgment and then suddenly wheel hormones into court as a character witness when the charge is murder.
You can’t demand equality when you’re applying for the job and special circumstances when you’re standing in front of the judge. Equality has to include accountability, or it isn’t equality… it’s a rewards program.
And if your defense of women begins with, “We’ve all thought about killing the kids,” you are not winning the argument.
You’re just making every father in America quietly create a folder marked SCREENSHOTS.
If Lindsay Clancy is found innocent because hormones made her emotionally unstable, women better be very careful celebrating that verdict.
Because the law loves PRECEDENT.
From that day forward, every job application is going to have a new question:
“Are you currently hormonal?”
“Well, I’m a woman.”
“Thank you. I think we’ll be going in another direction.”
You can’t carry a weapon anymore. No female police officers. Sorry, but we cannot hand a loaded gun to somebody whose legal defense might eventually be, “My hormones were acting up.”
No more high-stress jobs, either. No air-traffic controllers. No surgeons. No nuclear-launch codes. One bad hot flash and boom 💥 Canada is glowing.
And women definitely can’t be judges. How can you decide whether somebody else is emotionally stable when your own gender just established in court that hormones can make you kill three people?
No female politicians, either. You can’t be trusted to run the country if, according to your own argument, your endocrine system occasionally takes over the government.
And custody hearings are going to change overnight.
The judge will say, “Ordinarily, children belong with their mother. However, according to the Lindsay Clancy precedent, she may be only one hormone away from a Netflix documentary. The children go with Dad.”
Dad doesn’t know their shoe sizes, the pediatrician’s name or which one is allergic to peanuts, but his testosterone has never been successfully used as an insanity defense.
Feminists spent a hundred years saying women are not hysterical, irrational creatures controlled by their biology and one defense attorney walks into court and says, “Ladies and gentlemen of the jury… have you considered the uterus?”
You cannot demand equal authority and then ask for discounted accountability.
If women want equal rights, great. But equal rights come with equal wrongs.
Otherwise, that glass ceiling is about to become a padded ceiling.