So, apparently, my parents have not had sex lately because of Clinton vs. Obama disputes.
Yes, my parents are a Slate article. Or worse, A Sunday Styles piece in the Times.
Showing posts with label BARACK OBAMA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BARACK OBAMA. Show all posts
Saturday, April 19, 2008
Too Much Manischewitz
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Yes I Can
I've just realized that there is a really awesome byproduct of being an Obama supporter: I can call people out on Hillary-directed sexism with impunity. The "I voted for Obama, but..." may prove very useful, as I can make all the points that some women have made without undermining it all with the "and thus you should vote for Hillary or you're sexist too" ending.
This occurred to me at a coffee shop yesterday when I LAUGHED ALOUD at a man who was talking to the barista (baristo?) about supporting Obama because he got a "control, power-hungry vibe" from Clinton. I love* when people convince themselves that Obama is not a politician, that he doesn't want power, despite the fact that he's RUNNING FOR FUCKING PRESIDENT, which is arguably the definition of wanting power. This dude also followed it up with the, "She just wants Bill back in the White House" argument, which people use almost invariably in contradiction to their other arguments. She's power-mad, but she doesn't plan to have power? Someone hates their mother!
I didn't actually engage the dude, but he heard me laugh at him. So that was fun.
*If by love you mean hate! Which I do.
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
A Cheerier Note
I meant to say this before:
In addition to getting farklempt over My Mom Clinton winning New Hampshire, I was basically really happy all last night because of these two historic evenings we've just had. A black man and a woman have each won one of the two most hyped primaries in our nation's history. I think it's truly important that they each took one--perhaps this is Obama-eqsue idealism, but I believe that this has opened the door to both demographics. Women and African-Americans are officially viable candidates, whatever else happens.
Picking A Pony
I've talked before about my mixed Clinton-related feelings. Well, they've changed. Kind of. Yes, I too have gotten swept up in Obamamania. It's hard not to. But last night I was reminded that I've been loving Hillary since I was 10 years old. I grew up on her. Watching Hillary's acceptance speech, I actually choked up a little. My reaction was basically, "Oh look, my mom's running for President. My mom would be an AWESOME President!"
I'm over my lame trust issues, and now it truly is down to electability. This issue is two-fold: Hillary arguably being not-so-electable, and Obama arguably being super-electable. If you'd seen nothing but the speeches last night, you could well have thought that he had won. Though his speech didn't really have any content (do any of them at this point?), it was undeniably inspiring. He's a superb orator. He might actually unite rather than divide--though honestly, do we want that? Wouldn't we rather be divided but winning? But I digress.
I wish people would stop talking about Hillary's unelectability. Not because they're wrong, or because it's not a valid issue, but solely because, well, it makes me sad. It irritates me the same way as when people criticize Juno even in the slightest--I want to cover my ears and scream "CHANGE THE SUBJECT CHANGE THE SUBJECT!"
Which means that this post is not actually as substantive as I'd intended, because I don't really feel like thinking about the many reasons why nominating Clinton could potentially be a bad idea. Maybe I'll return to this subject later. The bottom line is, I am officially torn. I have no idea whom I'm voting for in a few weeks. I love Hillary, and while I don't think she's UNelectable, I think Obama's hard for any Republican to outcharm.
Sigh.
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