The Irony of Modern Feminism’s Obsession With Ruth Bader Ginsburg
A new biography squares the decorous legal figure with the feminist gladiator
By Dahlia Lithwick
Ruth Bader Ginsburg is not just having a “moment” in American feminist culture. She has rapidly become — in a time that craves heroines — the American ideal of power and authority for millions of women and girls. Beyond the movies (RBG, released in May, and On the Basis of Sex, out in December) and the biographies, not to mention the memes and T-shirts and mugs that proliferate like lace-collared mushrooms, Ginsburg at 85 is also the closest thing America has to the consummate anti–Donald Trump. Today, more than ever, women starved for models of female influence, authenticity, dignity, and voice hold up an octogenarian justice as the embodiment of hope for an empowered future.
The fandom can border on condescension — Twitter can be instantly short-circuited by news of her grueling workout regimen or a tart line in a dissenting opinion. Sometimes the combination of the genteel geriatric and the quasi-violent rap iconography affixed to the “Notorious RBG” persona seems an unholy marriage, as if we couldn’t quite love a feminist trailblazer without turning the 90-pound bubbe into a gangster. Squaring the careful public Ginsburg with the…
