I must confess that when I first read the headliner, I was still half asleep and I immediately thought "Bill". But then, seconds later, I woke up and realized that it's happened. Finally.
Hillary is running!
I know that this is somewhat of a 'duh', and folks have already been working on this (for example, here)...but I'd like to say that I just love seeing a woman throw her hat into the ring.
Who will I vote for? I don't know yet. But I've always liked Clinton. I liked her from the beginning, and now it's time to see what kind of Presidential Candidate that she will be. I wish her well.
Update: Oh, not really an update, but just a few additional thoughts. So one poll (for what a poll like this is worth) has Hillary out in front - with 41% of the hypothetical primary vote, compared to Sen. Obama at 17%...I know, I know - this is just one poll, one poll with only a 1,000 folks or so surveyed. But I was a bit surprised that she was that far ahead of the other folks, giving her, as this ABC Polls states, "early frontrunner status".
So my thoughts on this? I don't know. I think it's going to be tough for a woman - they're are minefields everywhere, some related to important issues and some that are going to be trivial as hell. I couldn't help but think back to a day years ago, to Clinton's (Bill) first inauguration (on a cold January day in -- was it 1992?).
I was living on the Gulf Coast of Florida, where I was doing a postdoctoral fellowship with the US EPA - well, technically with the University of Florida, with funds, from General Electric, at a US EPA laboratory - a convoluted position that upon even superficial evaluation could be viewed as a conflict of interest (aka political nightmare). My 'boss' was actually a guy just a year older than myself, who was in an even more convoluted position - working with the US EPA while simultaneously trying to get a bioremediation company off the ground. Anyway, I digress. My boss, Jim, was an ardent Republican. He had a pastel portrait collection of Ronald Reagan in his office - all framed, in those frames that you'd put a diploma in - and I'll never forget the first time I walked into his office. It was like nothing I'd ever seen before.
But, oddly enough, Jim and I became friends, humorous bedfellows so-to-speak, and took great pleasure poking fun at each other's political affiliation. Soon after I arrived, the doors to our offices (which were adjacent) became littered with political cartoons - my poking fun at the right, his at the left. We began to entertain much of the lab - except for the night prior to a visit from EPA Headquarters - and generally then, all of the cartoons would be mysteriously stripped from our door (to the dismay of both of us). If anything, Jim and I bonded on the common philosophy that all of those cartoons should have been allowed to stay up - but oh well, we were both at a federal laboratory - so had little to say in the matter.
Jim and I voted in that election together. We were in line for over three hours at a Catholic Church in Gulf Breeze, Fl -- bantering the whole time, and once again entertaining everyone around us. No one understood why we were in line together, much less why we had actually driven to that location together in the same car. When we finally got in, and into our respective booths, we couldn't help shouting a few key phrases to the other during the process - and when Jim jokingly walked into my booth and I screamed 'Help! Someone's trying to influence my vote!" and Jim was escorted (somewhat jokingly) out of the facility - everyone that had been in line with us was laughing. Of course, I wasn't laughing when I saw him drive off - but, fortunately, he drove back a few minutes later and picked me up. At that point, we made a bet: if Bush won, I'd go to his place of choice for the inauguration, and buy the margaritas, if Clinton won, we'd go to my place of choice for the inauguration, and he'd buy the margaritas. Which is exactly what we did - it was a small bar, on Santa Rosa Island, the only place with a large TV that would be open at 11 in the morning (and serving margaritas - pitchers of them in fact) - a place that would keep us warm while allowing us to look out on the Gulf of Mexico.
A group of people from the lab joined us that day - mostly folks that aligned politically with Jim and who weren't very happy. I, on the other hand, had finally voted for a candidate that had won - a small miracle, and was in a celebratory mood. But the day proved to be interesting to me, educational really - as I spent my first inauguration in a part of the country that was unfamiliar to me (and that actually resided south of Alabama), that wasn't embraced by the culture of a University town. When Bill Clinton and Hillary Clinton first came on screen - I was simply overwhelmed by how the conversation drifted rapidly from any discussion of Clinton's politics, the election, or the future of the US Congress - but instead, the conversation immediately focused on what Hillary Clinton was wearing.
It really surprised me. The women in the group with us that day, all sipping on their before-noon margaritas, were about as viscious a group as I had seen in some time. Jim joined in - making the statement that 'someone shouldn't be allowed to be President if he had a wife that wore such a hideous hat' (do any of you remember that big blue hat?). The discussion, even then - even then in this little bar sitting by the Gulf of Mexico - was about Hillary. About her hat. It wasn't about her politics, her background, her contributions to society - it wasn't even about what kind of mother or spouse she was - it was about her hat.
So when I saw her official decision to run for President of the United States yesterday, I felt oddly proud that this woman - this woman who had been demeaned because of a stupid hat years ago - and who has been criticized for so many aspects of her life over the years - was still standing up, was still in the game, and had 'early frontrunner status' in at least one poll. I can't tell you how good that feels as a woman who doesn't think too much about the hat she wears, and for God's sake hopes that her self-worth is never measured by the covering on her head. Regardless of how you might feel about her politically or personally - please recognize how thrilling it is for some women to see her taking this step. I swear, the background music is the sound of doors opening. Granted, the doors might just be in my head (for now) - but the music is still so sweet.
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