I love politics, which most people that know me know.
I am open, maybe to a fault, about my Liberalism, and how terrified/horrified/mortified I am that Donald Trump could be our next President.
And I’ve been glued to the conventions. Both of them.
The RNC was torture. I’d hold my breath and my nose, and dive in. There was not enough vodka or weed in the house to make that shit go down easy and not sink me into despair.
But the DNC has been glorious. The convention floor filled with such diversity of age, ethnicity, race, religion, sexual orientation, in sharp contrast to the RNC rodeo of old white people in cowboy hats.
And the speeches. From Michelle Obama, to Joe Biden and Barack, to Sarah Silverman and Kareem Abdul Jabbar, to Bill and Chelsea Clinton, I was riveted and happy and proud.
Finally, Hillary hit the podium. And for 55 minutes, I fought back tears.
It is not easy for me to cry. My current medical mix of Lexapro and Wellbutrin makes it nearly impossible. But I was, inside, crying, the most joyous kind of invisible tears.
Full disclosure: I was a Bernie supporter. I chafed a bit when female friends were whole Hillary, fueled by her femaleness and the significance of nominating the first ever woman for president. Yeah, I’m a woman, and she’s a woman, but so what? Why should that matter? Why does that make her more qualified?
Maybe I was taking this whole woman thing for granted, but last night, it hit me like a ton of bricks.
So what? This is fucking what.
Hillary is a woman! And this is huge! As huge as when Barack Obama became our first African American president! Back in 2008 pre my current cocktail of meds, I could cry, and I balled like a giant baby when Barack won the Presidency.
I thought of all of my friends with daughters: John and Bill, dads to Olivia and Vivienne; The Gouls and Stacey, parents to Sarah, Dave and Evelyn, parents to Sophie, Sharon and Mark, parents to Ruby and Greta, Ashley and Lewis, parents to Ryan, Pete and Meghan, parents to Phoebe and Vivienne, Leslie and Howie, parents to Toni, and last but not least, Jslow, mom to Lux, and everyone else: what an important, empowering, extraordinary thing for your girls to see.
As Barack Obama so aptly put it Wednesday night, Hillary is the most qualified person EVER to become president, even more-so than himself or Bill, beaming from the rafters.
Hillary Clinton: From First Lady to First Lady President. I just feel it.