Darling Niece, shown in the photo with me, stated that men simply cannot understand the devastation Thing’s “win” is wreaking on women.
You see, for some of us—including yours truly—yesterday was the first time in our lives that we were able to cast a vote for a presidential candidate of our own gender. Men have always been able to do this, but for us it was a milestone, a landmark event like Griswold v. Connecticut in 1965, Eisenstadt v. Baird in 1967, and Roe v. Wade in 1973. (With Griswold, married women were able to obtain contraception legally. With Eisenstadt, unmarried women were able to obtain contraception legally. With Roe, of course, both married and unmarried women were able to obtain abortions legally.)
The fact that the most qualified candidate ever to seek the presidency of the United States was female was a bonus. Hillary Clinton did everything right but she lost.
So now we know that it doesn’t matter if a woman works twice as hard as a man, that it makes no difference if she’s ten times smarter than anyone else in the room, that it’s futile to develop policy positions that lay out a clear path to legislative achievement. No one gives a damn.
My niece is in her forties, my daughter in her fifties. They might still have a chance to vote for a qualified candidate of their own gender, one who will actually win.
But I am 72. I will not live long enough to vote for another woman candidate for president of the United States. What woman would want to subject herself to such castigation, such viciousness by the so-called mainstream media, and even by the supposedly progressive left? I can’t see another woman doing it in the next decade.
I think qualified women politicians are going to keep their heads down and hope they survive the next eight years.
My husband and I had our first disagreement tonight. He thinks I should be “over it.” He just doesn’t understand that I cannot bear to look at or listen to the news.
Not now. Not ever again.