The joke works because it isn’t a joke. A huge chunk of these women spent years screaming that women are no different from men when it comes to handling the most powerful and demanding positions in the world. They demanded the same authority, the same trust and the same accountability. Then one of them sends her husband out for takeout, wraps exercise bands around her 5-year-old, her 3-year-old and her 8-month-old, and suddenly we are told it was hormones, sleep deprivation, a broken system and that any one of us could have been her. Give me a fucking break. That is not solidarity or feminism. It is the same old chauvinist argument women spent decades calling oppression: women are too emotional, cannot be trusted when their hormones take over and should be protected from the consequences of their own actions. All those pink shirts and “Same Lindsay” videos do is prove the very thing women fought against for decades. Postpartum psychosis is real and it is rare, but turning a woman who killed her three children into a movement, a personality and a hashtag is grotesque. You do not get to demand your place in the boardroom, on the bench and in the war room, then throw accountability out the window the moment a woman does something monstrous. Three children are dead. That is the story, not her trauma, not her hormones and not the fact that you see yourself in her. Three children are dead, and no amount of pink shirts, hashtags or therapeutic language changes what she did.