Just want to take a moment this morning to give our IWF friend Lisa Schiffen the first Prophecy Award of 2016.

Lisa was the first to predict (in the ultra-trendy New York Observer) that Hillary "Elect Me–I Am Woman" Clinton would not appeal to young feminists and thus would not be wafted to the White House on the wings of their votes.  

It may have seemed like wishful thinking when Lisa made the prediction last March, but it is heading towards conventional wisdom territory.

We noted last week the New York Times story reporting that Clinton's support among younger women is eroding because of '90s sexual scandals (which are harder for current feminists to ignore). Yesterday, we linked to author and lifelong Democrat Caitlin Flanagan's revelation that she would not vote for Clinton.

This morning I want to call your attention to comedian and veteran political communications expert Emily Zanotti's piece at The Federalist headlined "Hillary's Feminist Fantasy Fizzles." Zanotti starts with the New York Times story that revealed that even Lena Dunham, who used to wear a "Hillary"-emblazoned  outfit, is troubled by Mrs. Clinton's past handling of her husband's scandals:

There are few things more embarrassing than being caught on a New York City sidewalk in an embroidered Hillary Clinton sweater.

Clinton has not been averse to "furious pandering":

She’s tried, bless her heart. She even took up “subversive knitting,” a wildly popular pastime among women with active LiveJournals, and sought the endorsement of Planned Parenthood. But try as she might, she hasn’t been able to muscle in on feminism’s inner circle.

It just looks like Lisa was right–Hillary may not be this year's feminist flavor. Zanotti writes: 

It seems Sanders—an ancient political insider from Vermont who reminds most people of that uncle who shows up to dinner every Thanksgiving having never washed his polyester pants since buying them sometime in the 1970s—is the feminist ideal.

Because of her reputation as Chief Mistress Wrangler, as Zanotti puts it, of the Bill Clinton years, Hillary moreover has little credibility with the contemporary young women of the "progressive consent" generation. In conclusion:

[H]ow can you confidently call yourself a feminist and openly support a woman who may or may not have threatened another woman her husband attacked in a hotel room on a campaign stop?

For Clinton, the problem is clear: feminism, which was once her rallying cry, has largely left her kind—Boomer women who paved the way through the upheaval of the 1960s—behind. Feminists, who no longer have to worry about real inequality in the workplace and at home, having been raised in a society where their mothers are just as successful as their fathers, where women’s issues are discussed openly on national television, and where wage gaps are apparent only over a lifetime, are focused more on their own comfort than their own futures.

Hillary Clinton may be a feminist hero, but she’s one on the Wall of Fame next to other dusty icons of the past.