Whenever a writer expresses displeasure with the nonsense spewed by the glitterati, he or she runs the risk of being shunned as a backward-looking galoot. Readers know the drill: Handmaids and all that rubbish.
Where to begin with the latest blather from rock music's pre-eminent witchy woman, Stevie Nicks? In between her whirly-twirling stage jig and occultist lyrical meanderings, she has also been shouting the willful demise of her own unborn child.
In an interview in the Guardian, Nicks presumes to play Cassandra of all things women's rights. If President Trump is re-elected and Amy Coney Barrett becomes a Supreme Court justice, according to Nicks, abortion will be rendered "absolutely" outlawed and women will be pushed into "back-alley abortions."
Pushed? It's no longer a choice? Such is the stridency of today's cultural elites that it's increasingly acceptable to demagogue such important issues as the lives of the world's most vulnerable.
Never mind the convoluted semantics emanating from the 72-year-old former teenage heartthrob: The real, self-absorbed celebrity mindset kicks in with her assertion that the band that skyrocketed her to fame would not have existed if she had brought to term the child she conceived with the Eagles' Don Henley back in 1979.
What? Such a claim is patently absurd.
First of all, Nicks already had been ensconced in the rock firmament as a member of Fleetwood Mac shortly after joining the band in 1974. Prior to that, she had released a pretty good debut duet album with then-lover Lindsey Buckingham, who brought Nicks along with him as a package deal after guitarist/singer/songwriter Bob Welch departed Fleetwood Mac in pursuit of a desultory solo career.
The results were nothing short of a string of outstanding rock-pop masterpieces, due in part to Nicks' sex appeal and stage presence. Readers may count this writer as one of millions of adolescent boys who cared not a whit about Welsh mythology but certainly appreciated watching the pretty, sun-kissed Nicks crooning about the witch Rhiannon while Buckingham added shimmering guitars and Christine McVie contributed wonderful backup harmonies.
But, even prior to Nicks and Buckingham joining the band, Fleetwood Mac was legendary. Under the leadership of founding member Peter Green, the band had racked up a considerable reputation with the triple-lead guitar arsenal of Green, Danny Kirwan and Jeremy Spencer, as well as the crack rhythm section of drummer Mick Fleetwood and bassist John McVie.
Before drugs and mental health issues took their toll, Fleetwood Mac was the biggest rock act in Britain by 1969, outselling the Beatles and every other act at the time. You can look it up; it's a fact.
Such is Nicks' ego, however, that all that's forgotten in her attempt to push her pro-abortion agenda. This comes as no surprise since she wrote and performed "Sara" on the Mac's 1979 double-album epic, "Tusk," a song both she and Henley acknowledge is, in part, about their tumultuous relationship and the child they terminated.
"There's a heartbeat," Nicks croons. "No, it never really died/You never really died."
Except for the plain fact that Sara did indeed die at the express direction of her mother.
According to her remarks to The Guardian, the world should celebrate the abortion of "Sara," the ostensible name of the unborn child, because, had it not occurred, the world would be cast into darkness without her subsequent solo work and contributions to Fleetwood Mac:
If I had not had that abortion, I'm pretty sure there would have been no Fleetwood Mac. There's just no way that I could have had a child then, working as hard as we worked constantly. And there were a lot of drugs, I was doing a lot of drugs ... I would have had to walk away. And I knew that the music we were going to bring to the world was going to heal so many people's hearts and make people so happy. And I thought: You know what? That's really important. There's not another band in the world that has two lead women singers, two lead women writers. That was my world's mission.
Okay then. Millions of women each day juggle motherhood and their careers — Amy Coney Barrett being but one stellar example. But being a selfish rock star, as implied by Nicks, is far more challenging than rising to a seat on the bench of the nation's highest court.
Coney Barrett's seven children, two of whom are adopted, are a testament to the world's real female heroes. Nicks, for all her physical beauty and musical talent, however, not so much.
One wonders how many beautiful songs Henley and Nicks' Sara could've inspired had her life not been snuffed so thoughtlessly. Stevie Nicks' abortion of her baby should be mourned, among many other reasons, for the future songs it didn't inspire.