Feminism has always had a difficult time reconciling the various factions it strives to represent, and its starkest divide has always been between age cohorts.
Part of this is that mothers and daughters relate to the opposite sex in very different ways and possess very different interests and agendas.
The Gothard’s of the world seem as ridiculous to me as the Taliban, but they persist because for all their absurdity, I have to admit that their worldview contains a kernel of truth about the primal power of eros, and acknowledge our weakness to it.
For all of the cheery positive ways in which us modern secular people talk about sexuality, what we often overlook is the underlying cruelty and pitilessness of our biology.
A pretty young blonde woman graduating from Harvard encounters the male gaze far differently than a middle aged black waitress. Their lives are given different value and they possess different sets of rights as surely as any caste system.
I don’t find the Trump women’s choice of footwear offensive. But I do see them as exemplars of the most sad aspect of social Darwinism, the pretty young concubines who found their way into the beds of kings and princes.