Gingham robes, linen aprons; teething babies protruding from their well-walled hips. And the mothers holding these babies? They are beautiful, of course. They talk in whispers. Their skin is different according to the types and types of honey.
Translator. It’s a harsh voice, the kind that holds a gun to your head and wants you to talk about the song. The media coverage of this event has become breathless and considered as feminist as the word itself. I have not found an article on the topic that was not written by a woman, which sounds strange, considering that the word – as well as the vision in it – was invented and distributed by men, born in the dark dungeons of the “incel” forums of the Internet, where anonymous names describe the unusual vision of a woman who refused to give birth to a house, refused to give birth to a real woman. children, have sex on command, and most importantly, don’t ask anything.
However, many people do not know about these evil descendants. Instead, they get to know each other translator with the daily social media presence of influencers such as Hannah Neeleman and Nara Smith, two women who have managed to generate their wealth that existed before the eight kingdoms by promoting home births and making cereal and bubblegum from scratch while wearing couture clothes.
In the two years since midwives arrived in this area, I have had many conversations about them – first as a member of the media, talking to experts; now as a debut author, I’m talking to members of the publishing and film industries about the world I created in my book Yesteryear, which is being made into an Anne Hathaway movie, about a mother who has awakened from the past.. In those conversations, I’ve been asked one question more than any other: How long will this culture last?
I understand the sentiment. Ten years ago, you couldn’t turn on a device or turn on a television channel without seeing some form of radical opposition to gender equality and racial politics. There is no greater symbol of this time than The Handmaid’s Tale, Margaret Atwood’s 1985 dystopian novel prophesied a world where women are enslaved to give birth. After the election that gave Donald Trump his first term, the book went viral, and would eventually sell 3m copies over the next two years.
Unsurprisingly, a television revolution followed, and it became common for women to wear a maid’s outfit when protesting, wearing a blood-red cloak and a white seam.
From a certain angle, mother and daughter may seem to work like iPhone versions of chronological order. Inside the midwife, you see all the important codes of the maid, but with a major software update: she is not only programmed to give, but also to accept her proposal. Where this analogy is lacking is when you consider the source of creation: if the handmaiden was thought to serve as a warning, and was accepted by the opposition, the midwife was created as a blueprint for the oppressor. And perhaps because of this difference, the great freedom movement has failed to destroy the dignity of the mother.
In 2026, there is no consistent sign of women’s resistance. There was no Women’s March on the day of Trump’s second inauguration. In protest against the system, the maid’s dress is still there, but her power is greatly reduced. These days, only serious-minded protesters wear face masks containing heavy chemicals, designed to combat the onslaught of glasses from men in clothes who storm elementary schools, hospitals and churches on days when they are not busy calling women beasts and shooting them dead.
The increase in gender violence in the last few months has served as a grim reminder of the rules of storytelling, championed by Anton Chekhov: if the gun is on stage at the beginning of the play, it must end at the end. In the same way, you don’t think again about a political party that women belong to just to please men if you don’t ultimately plan to use that party to silence the voices and lives of women who dare to suggest otherwise. From this point of view, the birth of the mother could be seen as a real shot in the head. One wouldn’t create and care about a fake woman if they didn’t wish the real ones were dead.
This is not the path I am meant to go into when I talk about my story or my mother’s heritage. I’m meant to focus instead on the rise of milkmaid fashion, the proliferation of scarves at Target, the sociopolitical implications of the apron-heavy spring Miu Miu line. I’m meant to talk about the effects of the “exaggeration” that we are capable of consuming. I know this because when, when answering a question about my book, I try to talk about Renee Good, who was shot by ICE agents, I am gently prompted to pivot, or otherwise reminded that what I am talking about is. to stretch a little, and this makes me feel crazy.
I’m not crazy. It’s not a stretch.
A woman, like a 1950s housewife, is not a real person. It is not a habit, or a cultural passion. It’s an ad, a feminist campaign with a bio link for the price, who showed, like the 1950s ad, to remind women of their true purpose: to serve, to smile, to give birth and to buy.
That woman was not “normal” at a time when women were like that, as many have said, at the last time when they tried to control their work and their lives. The woman came after the women were already broken. By the time Nara Smith made artificial bubblegum in couture, and Hannah Neeleman was competing 12 days after her eighth birthday, the wage gap had been closed since 2002, and the childcare crisis, which had been bleeding quietly for decades, became a full-blown hemorrhage: in 2025, women dropped more than 400 workers of the US. which marks the steepest decline of any year on record (comparatively, men enter workers outnumber women by a ratio of 3:1). The first answer given by women in countless polls for why they quit their jobs? Responsibility to care. They had no choice.
This is where we see the true purpose of this movement, if a passive propaganda campaign – organized only by our ability to hear a dog whistle and find a catchy tone – can be considered a movement with a purpose. The goal was not when many women like the feeling of giving birth, or that anyone a choose to be alone. Well, the goal was to remind women that, in fact, there is a proper way to get your disappearance back: with silence and a smile.
I think that’s why I wrote my book. I thought if I can’t destroy the image of the mother, then I can destroy her world – and see how long it takes before she starts screaming.
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