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Model, actress, and radical feminist Emily Ratajkowski announced her pregnancy in this month’s Vogue Magazine, writing an essay reflecting on the sex of her child.

As is the case with many far-left causes and feminists, Ratajkowski signals her most progressive beliefs, only to find herself wrestling with the pesky reality that is biology. Like Tampax claiming men can have periods, or school districts ruling it fair for boys to compete in girls’ sports, leftist causes often come down to arguments over semantics rather than science.

Ratajkowski finds herself in a similar trap, claiming to not really know her child’s sex until he is 18, and assuring readers she wants to avoid gender stereotypes, only to admit that finding out the sex of her child in utero is “the first real opportunity to glimpse who they might be.”

“I’m terrified of inadvertently cultivating the carelessness and the lack of awareness that are so convenient for men. It feels much more daunting to create an understanding of privilege in a child than to teach simple black-and-white morality. How do I raise a child who learns to like themself while also teaching them about their position of power in the world?”

Indeed, science shows that in addition to helping parents decide what color to paint the nursery, knowing the sex of a baby in utero can help both doctors and mothers track important developments such as growth and temperament.

She moves on to lament how “unfair” pregnancy seems, resenting that biology does not respect the feminist ideal of perfect equality between the sexes for growing a baby. “My husband has no physical symptoms in ‘our’ pregnancy, another reminder of how different a woman and man’s experience of life can be,” she writes.

This resentment of men is a central tenet for extreme feminists like Ratajkowski, who was proudly arrested at a protest over the Supreme Court nomination of Brett Kavanaugh in 2018. The belief in an oppressive patriarchy is one that fights against not just science, but all of human history. As Camille Paglia famously wrote, “If civilization had been left in female hands, we would still be living in grass huts.”

Finally, in what may be her most vile assessment of pregnancy, Ratajkowski says should she give birth to a son, she would be distressed by his immutable, biological characteristics. “I’m scared of having a son,” she writes, in what seems to be an exchange of expressing contempt for her unborn child, for the cheap reward of signaling her woke beliefs on white male privilege.

I’ve known far too many white men who move through the world unaware of their privilege, and I’ve been traumatized by many of my experiences with them. And boys too; it’s shocking to realize how early young boys gain a sense of entitlement—to girls’ bodies and to the world in general …

I’m terrified of inadvertently cultivating the carelessness and the lack of awareness that are so convenient for men. It feels much more daunting to create an understanding of privilege in a child than to teach simple black-and-white morality. How do I raise a child who learns to like themself while also teaching them about their position of power in the world?

Ratajkowski goes on to share the story of a friend who not only “resented her husband more than she’d ever imagined possible,” but broke down into tears after learning she was pregnant with a boy. She quotes her friend saying, “It was hard to come to terms with the fact that I was bringing yet another white man into the world.”

The radical feminist movement is no longer just about pitting women against men, but pitting a woman against her own family. It’s no longer enough to just hate men, but women must also hate that they are the ones who can create men.

This movement does not empower women, but opens doors for horrific crimes to be committed against women and children. The Ratajkowskis of the world succeeded in popularizing the demand for abortion anytime, anywhere. Who’s to stop them from making the next frontier normalizing sex-selective abortion?

At the conclusion of her essay, Ratajkowski once again abandons leftist semantics for the biological reality of pregnancy. What she first referred to at the start of her essay as her “fetus” is now called her “child.”

“I’m completely and undeniably helpless when it comes to almost everything surrounding my pregnancy,” she admits, before unknowingly rebuking every feminist, pro-abortion talking point in the book, writing, “I’m already learning from this person inside my body.”