In deference to your age, Senator, and with the highest regard for your military service, I’ll keep this clean and brief.
All women are not alike, and they aren’t interchangeable. I’ll admit that when we were little girls, some of us popped off Barbie’s head and swapped it around with Skipper’s body. Maybe even Midge’s, you know, just for fun. But we knew it wasn’t real. Barbie was always Barbie and Midge, well, she had freckles.
Please understand if we’re completely, utterly, hopelessly insulted.
Every Woman Who’s Ever Drawn Breath
Since Seneca Falls
Oh, Hillary. I’m afraid it’s over, gal. I know you’ve got fight left in you and I’m thrilled you’re willing to continue, fist in the air, but as a woman who’s been “in the kitchen” you have to realize now that the party is over and it’s time to clean up. There are dishes in the sink, hon, and they can’t wait until morning.
It’s not that there isn’t victory in this, though. My 21 year-old daughter voted in her first primary because of you, and as a semi-antique feminist that gives me comfort.
In the middle of all the verbal fisticuffs and political mayhem, I keep returning to this picture. I found it some time ago and planned to use it for something snarky, but I just can’t. Look at them. A million years ago before the campaigns and the bad press and the blue dress and the winning. Back before they ate from the tree.
And it strikes me that all this history they carry on each other’s backs, all this accumulated striving and aching for more and less, all of it is in the seed of this picture. In this moment they have no Secret Service detail, no publicized broken hearts or policies. They aren’t yet parents or Presidents.
Everything we know of them is after this photograph. He never inhaled and she never exhales. There’s always a race they’re both running. I honestly can’t see either of them on CNN now without thinking of the innocence in this picture.