I've just seen a headline that says "Heal-ary" referring to Hilary's speech last night saying of Obama, "He must be our President." She had to say that. I recognize that if she had gathered all the votes he would surely have had to say something very similar, because, of course the goal is to elect a Democrat.
I've been in Hilary' camp since before Bill was elected; but then I've been a feminist in my heart since a certain day when I was six and realized that boy children and girl children are allotted different roles -- or were. And I believe still are. It was not that I was less loved than my little brother but that he, at two years younger, was allowed to "drive" the brand new tractor [standing between Dad's knees] and I was told that "girls don't drive tractors." It was the newest, most wonderful in my family's life at that particular time. I have never forgotten. I don't remember my overt reaction. I suspect it was far from as gracious as Hilary was.
I don't know what she was feeling, I only know what I would have been feeling -- a piercing pain like a stiletto in the heart. Another defeat for women, another brave face, another "do the right thing." And we do, over and over. In my estimate, she's a great lady and I hope she'll have an important role in years to come.
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!