My wife Jane is a feminist's feminist from way back. In the 60s, she helped poor women in Kentucky get to New York for safe abortions. Her office at her university is cluttered with decades of Ms. magazines, and countless awards for her work in mentoring young women on her faculty, Ph.D. students and more. She has marched in the streets, burned bras, testified before Congress and otherwise worked her ass off to make the world a safer and more supportive place for women.
When Bill Clinton ran for President, she helped raise several hundred thousand dollars to support his two campaigns. She's given money to virtually every Democratic woman who has bothered to ask.
This week, she became an Obama supporter.
It wasn't a single event that crushed her commitment to Hillary. It wasn't the gushing about McCain's experience. It wasn't the race-baiting games involving Reverend Wright. It wasn't even the lying about her role in foreign affairs as First Lady. No, it was all of the above, the steady drip-drip-drip of Hillary's integrity going down the drain.
Many have joined the ranks of those begging Senator Clinton to abandon her destructive campaign. But when Jane joins that chorus, there's no going back.
All that's left of the Clinton campaign is the ugly, tragic ending.