This is something I saw a couple of decades ago, when actress Marlo Thomas announced her engagement to (now former) talk show host Phil Donohue.
(Please hold your vents against Donohue; let me explain…)
When the news hit the papers, the feminist reaction was such that you would have thought Ms. Thomas had announced she had incurable cancer!
I actually remember one prominent feminist crying that “we’re going to lose her!”
I was in college at the time, and I was puzzled at the reactions. Hey, I thought this was about a woman’s right to choose. Well, she chose marriage. Why don’t you support her choice???:shrug:
I thought it over some more. My conclusion (both then and now):
As long as Ms. Thomas chose acting and other projects (like the “Free to Be You and Me” TV show and album, et al), then feminists fully supported those choices. (If you don’t know about that little project, a quick Google should give you the details).
Once she made a “traditional” choice (MARRIAGE!?? Oh, the horror!) then the truth was revealed.
A woman should have the right to chose…but only if she chooses the radical, non-traditional choices.
Feminists, then and now, only give lip service to the right to choose. When a woman chooses something traditional–marriage, fidelity, children, morality, etc., then they scream either that she is about to waste her life (as some of them did when Ms. Thomas announced her engagement), or that she is electing to go into slavery and must be liberated by the more enlightened feminists (hence the title “women’s liberation”).
Therefore, from the feminists’ point of view, the Duggar family (Mrs. Duggar) is a woman who is a slave to her family and who must be liberated ASAP. Obviously her husband is oppressing her, keeping her pregnant for a total of 11 years of their marriage! How can she have a life of her own with 18/19 children running around the house? How can possibly express her true self when she is caring for and homeschooling children all the time? Such sacrifice is slavery–from their point of view.
(Uh, as the youngest of six, I can testify that in large households like that, everyone gets to work at an early age. My first household job was dusting the legs of the tables–makes sense, since I was closer to the ground than anyone else in the house!)