Meet the Nazis: the American women advertising the Nazi ideal

Let’s call ‘tradwifes’ out for what they really are

Church, children, kitchen! Isn’t that we all want, deep down? The warm womb of a kitchen hearth, buried deep inside the safety of our little homes, while the men build the world and change the future beyond? Don’t we want the quiet relief of being nameless, faceless, and voiceless, an inconsequential link to the next generation of those who will replace us? Just to relinquish all that ambition, insecurity, and fear, and become a vessel of what stronger, harder, faster, and more determined men desire us to be? Desire us to produce? As we stand among the fluttering sea of red flags and hear the deafening roar of seig heil, seig heil, seig heil, seig heil, don’t we all feel part of something momentous, something vital, something safe? Aren’t we all freed by the walls of the home, sisters?

But for some of us women, standing in the blooming red seeping the drip, drip, drip, of neo-fascism into our lives, we watch on in silent dread. No, we think to ourselves, gripping the edges of the books we haven’t written, the vote we haven’t cast, the paintings we haven’t finished, the businesses we haven’t started, the debates we haven’t had: no. This isn’t what we all want.

You must have children and outnumber the untermensch, madchens