I have debated for weeks as to whether I should post this, or not:
I am political, in my own small, grass-roots way and I do not want to become involved in grander (capital) POLITICS that I cannot have much direct influence upon. Don’t misunderstand me: I know that my voice can make a difference and has made a difference; this is why I fight to be heard each and every day. As Helen Keller so aptly wrote, “I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble.” I know that this is my role as grass-roots activist.
However, the more I think about it, the more I understand that this story is not about politics, not about a candidate, but about the future of our girls and their dreams. And, for this reason solely, it is worthy of our discussion and thought.
Here is the post:
I tore this article out of The New York Times Sunday Magazine back in May. It has been sitting on my desk since 5.18.08 and I keep coming back to it over and over again. It has been folded, unfolded, folded again, dog-eared and pinned to the tack board. You see, Peggy Orenstein so clearly describes my feeling as an American, a woman and a voter that I have just not been able to shake my feelings that something was just not right.
So, as my daughter grows, what will I tell her about my history as a woman, about running a business, about the path I have walked to become who I am today? What will I tell her about our past as a nation and about a time of change?
I asked my friend Sara what she thought about “The Hillary Lesson,” and here was her reply:
I read an article the other day – I will link to it – that just about sums it up. Even though I didn’t plan to vote for Hillary, I could feel the misogyny all around, throughout the campaign.
Hell, Fox News has stooped to calling Michelle Obama ‘Barak’s Baby Momma.’ Indeed.