Sex Change Anyone?

Cry After reading this, boy; do I want to disown being a woman or what? (Warning; do have an air sickness bag nearby prior to clicking on the link!)

Looking at the choices, we began, by rote, to reach up toward the candidate we liked the most, or respected most deeply, or felt was the most competent, or had settled on as the lesser of two evils.

And then, our hands stretched out, we froze. We realized, in a moment of quiet joy – we could vote for a woman.

Someone like us. A woman as equally derided as loved, yes. A woman full of flaws and virtues, yes. A woman who, like so many of her generation, seems to have worked harder than any man to arrive where she is.

A woman who, as we would see in the news later, made a questionable wardrobe choice that day. A woman who probably longed to talk to her husband and daughter as she spent the day with strangers.

A woman who seems to believe that we can do better, for ourselves and for each other. An imperfect woman, just like us. A woman.

And so, we wept – one tear wiped briskly away, or floods shed, not so dissimilar to how she had cried herself, just a few weeks ago. And we had the thought, so rare in America these long, difficult days, of patriotism, thinking: Look how far we’ve come.

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One Response to “Sex Change Anyone?”

  1. on 11 Feb 2008 at 9:05 pm Lee

    Gay inducing piece. It’s been my experience that this sort of gender genuflection is enormously counter-productive with most women. Most women have embraced the equalitarian goals of first and second-wave feminism. But they didn’t sign on for the quasi-fascist gynarchy of the third wave and generally resent the implication that they have.

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