A southern woman who voted for Trump is the antithesis of a steel magnolia. I call ’em ragweeds; they turn everything positive into abject misery.
The spineless ragweed is the closet Trump voter – a woman who claims she voted for the lesser of two evils. She’s too lazy to do her own thinking and follows her spouse’s views. These women are relics of the Phyllis Schlafly era with her seventy’s era anti-feminist crusade.
The uppity ragweed is the rich white woman of a certain age who was a cheerleader in high school, dated the captain of the football team and attended an exclusive all-girls college. They belong to the country club and their husband is a big deal in the rotary club. She clutches her pearls at Trump’s gaffes but “likes what he is doing for the country.” The very mention of the word socialism gives her the vapors, but she turns a blind eye to totalitarian and authoritarian agendas.
The stupid ragweed votes against her own interest. These are the groupies who line up outside arenas waiting for a Trump rally. Sporting racially insensitive tee shirts accessorized with a flag embellished scarf and a maga ball cap they look like rejects from people of Walmart. Lord love a duck; they do nothing to dispel the perception that southern women have three teeth and a third-grade education.
Southerners consider the ragweed a curse. Seems to me the choice is clear; why would anyone want to be a ragweed when they could be a magnolia?