by viva7
I have to admit that I stopped paying full attention to this presidential race weeks ago. My vote is decided, has been since Kucinich faded out really. This is the part of the campaign where candidates start reaching out for new votes and singing new tunes. I worry that the more I listen, the less I will be able to like Barack. So I stopped following the speeches and stops, barely batted an eye through the Biden nomination. It’s cool, whatevs. Just stay pro-choice and healthy, Barack. You’ll have me wrapped around your finger.
The event that startled me from my apolitical dream-state was the Republican VP pick. There is so much talk about Sarah Palin going on right now, I don’t think what I have to say is very original. But it is personal. I am a woman who jumps into conversations about gender, who considers working toward equal opportunity for all people an important daily activity, who entertains gossip for camp value but pays attentions to issues of social justice whenever they surface. But suddenly, the Palin announcement made me care about who impregnated who when and then tried to hide it. I even looked at family pictures and pondered belly bumps! I can’t believe that I engaged in the pettiness and the woman blaming. In a few short days, the dirtiness of politics corrupted my feminism, and I resent that.
