Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Politics. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

The Disappointing Femaleness of Hillary Clinton


THE BEST reason to vote for Hillary Clinton is, apparently, that she is a woman. Who is wowed by her platform, record, leadership? And yet, much as I would love to see a woman become president, it would crush my soul for Hillary Clinton to be that woman. (It would also crush my soul to have a terrible president for 4-8 years, and as that is a likely alternative I'm braced for heartbreak in any case.)

It would crush my soul because Hillary Clinton does not own her femaleness. She dons and doffs it in that shape-shifting manner aptly called Clintonesque. When she hopes to prove her capability she sheds femininity, wearing her dour Serious Face, and when she hopes to demonstrate kindly relatability she puts on a softened, grandmotherly smile. Neither feels genuine. She wears her pantsuits not in a badbitch-butch Ellen DeGeneres way, but as if aiming for the least-offensive common denominator.

Where is the pride in electing a woman as president if her demeanor conveys the message that being powerful must mean acting like a man?

It dismays me, too, that we call her by her first name, since her last name is, well, kinda already taken. I find this symbolically fraught, an uncomfortably unfeminist reminder that she is ever in the shadow of that other one. She occasions much use of "in her own right," a meekly complimentary phrase whose accidental patronizing grates on my ears.


HILLARY EMITS a vibe of obligatory sisterhood. She nudges, like, Don't forget: I'm female! It would be historic! This seems in rather poor taste. Is it not more honorable, more feminist to want to be measured on the merits?

Barack Obama got no easy pass with African American voters in 2008. On the contrary, they were pointedly skeptical of any assumption that Obama repped them by default. He had to earn that support, in part by demonstrating that he truly had grappled with and got what it means to be a black American. Clinton should be held to the same standard. Has she truly grappled with what it means to be a woman in an often anti-feminine society? If not, why should she presume she represents me, or any woman?

Hillary came up in an era when it was extremely rare and difficult to be a woman in power, and seems never to have transcended the contradictory weirdness and defensive posturing inherent to that struggle. She never found her individually-crafted path to female power as did other trailblazers of her generation, like Gloria Steinem, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Ann Richards, Nancy Pelosi.

This is not whatsoever to say all female people ought to be girly. (If Rachel Maddow ran for president I'd steal identities and vote ten times.) It's about being one's authentically gendered self. Hillary Clinton's authentic self is notoriously elusive. And nothing about her sends the message, You can be whatever kind of woman you want to be, and be powerful. Michelle Obama telegraphs that every time she opens her mouth, or bares her elegantly muscled arms.

Hillary Clinton is not, to borrow Maya Angelou's lovely phrase, 'a woman phenomenally.' She is a woman hesitantly, awkwardly, convolutedly, focus-groupedly. There are rich, beautiful possibilities in female leadership. Hillary, alas, does not embody them.




Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Sonia from the Block

This morning President Obama nominated Sonia Sotomayor to the Supreme Court. Her acceptance speech follows.


Don't be fooled by the robes that I got
I'm still, I'm still
Sonia from the block
Used to have a little now I have a lot
But no matter where I go I know where I came from
(South South Bronx)

Projects to Princeton
So yeah I do it well
No wonder Barack loves me
I'm like brown Michelle
Second circuit New York City
Court of Appeals
And saved baseball for my public
Cause I keep it on the reals

Don't be fooled by the robes that I got
I'm still, I'm still
Sonia from the block
Used to have a little now I have a lot
But no matter where I go I know where I came from
(South South Bronx)

I'll be up in the Senate
Judiciary hearings
Pink tracksuit, low bun
And the fat hoop earrings
Singing tracks from West Side Story
Every stereotype
Boricua from the Bronx
That's what Supreme looks like

Don't be fooled by the robes that I got
I'm still, I'm still
Sonia from the block
Used to have a little now I have a lot
But no matter where I go I know where I came from
(South South Bronx)

President Obama's verse:
You want to block her confirmation, Jon Kyl from Arizona?
All the Mexicans in your Senate district
Think they'll still be votin for ya? (Na-ah)
Picked the first Latino, yeah you didn't think of that
Whip is playin checkers
Ha-haa! I'm playin chess

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Butch is the New Black

I had a few minutes before my ass needed to land at the reception desk chair and the sandwich I'd brought was mostly bread and cheese, so I went to buy a V8. (At the donut shop--this act of purity always fills me with pride.)

Two guys were set to cross 17th at Franklin alongside me (but don't worry, this won't be a harassment story). One was in a wheelchair. The light was on red hand, but the walking guy's feet were getting antsy and creeping streetward. The sitting one reprimanded: You can't jaywalk! Now that you're elected it would be like a scandal. I did a double take and realized that the walking guy wasn't a guy at all. It was the Town's new city councilwoman Rebecca Kaplan!

If Janet Napolitano comes in as Homeland Security Secretary, it will be an unprecedented national vindication of butchness, parallel to Kaplan's local victory. When Tina Fey declared in her famous "bitch is the new black" diatribe last spring that "bitches get stuff done," surely this is what she had in mind. Not that dithering, needy Hillary Clinton.

In a shining example of butches get stuff done, Napolitano rode her horse across the Arizona/Mexico border to better understand the immigration issue. Incidentally, I have a newfound affinity for horse people, a category that includes author Jane Smiley, my aunt in Texas and that other lovable Southwest guv and rumored Obama cabinetman Bill Richardson.

My affinity for lesbians I hope is assumed. (Not that Napolitano is gay or anything. She's just butchy and "single." You know, like Missy Elliot.) Because that's what we need in the pro-gay movement. It's easy enough for gals like me to buddy up to gay guys; we'll always have one big thing in common. And straight men do love them some lesbian. But we're only going to get to the land of equality and understanding if we learn to reach across the aisle. So get to know someone who enjoys the opposite body parts you do, today!

By the way, did you catch Tracy Morgan's delicious rejoinder on the heels of Fey's BITNB riff? After ample reassurances of I love you Tina you know you my girl, he said:

"Bitch may be the new black. But black is the new president, bitch."

Monday, November 10, 2008

Four Paws Marching

It's been a nonstop party at our place. Crim's spinning "Signed Sealed Delivered," the chickens are squawking over the passage of Prop 2 and I'm formatting everyday chitchat into Obamaspeak. (On finally pruning the lemon trees: They said this day would never come.)

But one member of the household is in post-election doldrums. After his long journey from Log Cabin Republicanism to full-purr embrace of Obama, the big victory Tuesday was marred for poor Paulie Walnuts by that indignity called Prop 8.

A few days ago, he looked up at me and heartbreakingly asked:

How long would it take to walk to West Hollywood?

For a pudgy kitty with a lingering limp from two broken legs, a long time indeed. But he wanted to march. All his Facebook friends from down south were going to be there. He started working on a little sign: 'Tomcats 4 Tomcats: Don't Dog Our Love.' (He's never been in a serious relationship, but this was hardly the time to point that out.)

What about to the Castro?

It would still be too much, I told him. He just recently used up one of his lives, I reminded. Still, I understood his hunger for a pilgrimage. (He also declared himself hungry for tooney, but I wasn't going to let him get away with leveraging his oppression in a bid to be spoiled.)

We talked about it. I told him I understood his pain and was proud of his passion. But I urged him not to feel beaten down. The inevitable march of progress is on your side, Walnuts.

This seemed to help and he decided to take a nap by the front window, beside his new sign: 'HONK if I'm CUTE enough to deserve CIVIL RIGHTS.' It was a frequently disrupted snooze.

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Give the Props Their Propers

I have been in Obama obsession for ten long months, a thrilling but strenuous stretch which I hope will end in bliss one week from today. So single-minded has my focus been that I did not notice until a few days ago that there are some propositions lying around. Several of them concern issues dear to me, like gay rights and chickens and how to get to Anaheim with minimum suffering. So since I can say nothing more about Obama for now, allow me to share with you my proper recommendations.


Prop 1a--Bullet Train
YEAH!
Neato! It's good for the environment! It's an economic stimulus! Let's do it!

If a bullet train offered to take you from SF to LA in three hours, could you possibly say no? Surely not if you've suffered the grueling drive down the 5, feedlot odors wafting through closed windows, arriving at 2am to avoid LA traffic and still not avoiding it. Bullet tickets would be approx cheaper than gas.

Prop 2--Farm Animals
YES, please
Let hardscrabble California layers spread their wings by 2015. So much to ask?

This prop prohibits harsh confinement of farm animals in general, but since we don't have much of a pork or veal industry, the LA Times calls Prop 2 "all about chickens." The more you understand chickens, the sadder it gets to see footage of laying hens squeezed four to a stacked cage. (Those in the bottom cages literally get shit on.) My three hennies have a fifteen square foot coop; any time they have to stay in it all day, bitching and moaning is sure to ensue. They can't imagine the animal despair of birds who can't even flap a wing, never mind parachute off the ramp door across the backyard.

Prop 4--Parental Notification
NO

Preggers teens screwed enough already.

Californians have already voted down parental notification for abortions, in part because critics pointed out that notification could be a bitch for girls from abusive homes. This new version is supposed to answer those critics by allowing young ladies to notify another "adult family member" if their parents are sufficiently mean. Yeah, since every kid from an abusive home has some *cool relative* they can go tell they got pregnant. The "other adult family member" thing would also require the pregnant teen to officially declare her parent(s) abusive. I say she's got enough to worry about.

Prop 8--Outlaw Gay Marriage
NO AND HELL NO

Just equal rights.


Isn't it funny how the prejudiced of any given era are always sure they're not the assholes? Were white people in Alabama in the fifties like, Yes, I'm racist, I want to deny black people their civil rights. No, they were like, Separate but equal! We don't have anything against black people! We just think certain customary norms should remain in place, is all. Likewise, those waving signs for Prop 8 at the Fruitvale 580 exit seem totally sure they're just abiding tradition and religion. Memo to them: It never feels like you're the bigot future generations will disdain.

Props 7 and 10 are fakey environmental props, so no thanks.