Anyone else sick of politics? Yeah, me too. But if you would please indulge me for a moment . . .
Because I’m having a moment.
It hit me just a little while ago.
She is an official nominee for President of the United States of America.
She wasn’t my first choice. She wasn’t in my top ten of potential choices. I do sort of feel as if I’m voting for her because she is the lesser of two evils. Way lesser. In fact, not even in the same realm of evil. Despite not being my first choice, I still think she has fuck tons of experience that will serve her well.
All that aside . . .
SHE is an official nominee for President of the United States of America.
I grew up thinking that would not ever happen. Not from one of the two major parties.
I grew up assuming, never questioning, that the President of the United States is a man. Always had been and always would be.
Kids today will not grow up with that assumption.
If you think this isn’t a big deal, consider recent articles from NPR and The Wall Street Journal that discuss the implications of a “First Dude” and his role.
I mean, he certainly won’t give up his post-Presidential career, right? A First Lady sets aside her career, but not a First Dude, right? <insert manly shudders of horror>
My favorite debate is the one about picking place settings and decor.
“With respect to my own husband, I am probably still going to pick the flowers and the china for state dinners and stuff like that, but I will certainly turn to him, as prior presidents have, for special missions for advice,” Hillary Clinton said in the ABC News Democratic debate in December.
That right there is why this is a big deal.
So give me my moment of relishing she and her. Let me enjoy my moment chock full of all the female pronouns and the realization that, finally, being she and her is the same as being limitless.