Poking around The American Spectator site I noticed a piece titled Fantasy Women by Lou Aguilar, and one bit jumped out at me (emphasis mine):
Leftist lunacy literally sped up last month, when two biological males took first and second place in the girls’ 55-meter dash of Connecticut’s high school indoor track championship. That an actual girl runner who trained hard for this event consequently lost out on qualifying for the New England regionals is a small price to pay for the Wokening of America. But the irony hasn’t escaped us immutable traditionalists that progressives are now eating their own, such as tennis legend Martina Navratilova.
The true irony is that “traditionalists” are anything but immutable, as Aguilar goes on to demonstrate throughout the very same piece. The whole article is a longing for the feminism of yesteryear:
Yet Hollywood keeps shoving deliberately sexless action women down our throats, no matter how many of these movies bomb. Very few people went to see Gina Rodriguez as Miss Bala, Jennifer Lawrence as Red Sparrow, or Jennifer Garner as Peppermint. A great many did pay to see Gal Gadot as Wonder Woman. But then Wonder Woman is a famous sex symbol in a fetching costume, who actually falls in love with a male hero (Chris Pine). She’s something both boys and girls could enjoy, like her previous, hotter TV incarnation by the spectacular Lynda Carter. Things appear much grimmer for another big screen superheroine in this Friday’s release of Captain Marvel.