thoughts // on the election


taken in Keene, NH during the Feb. primary

I'm not going to tell you who I'm going to vote for, because I am a journalist first and foremost, and therefore try to keep an unbiased facade, and my political views private. But I will say this--

My entire life, I've been raised on a steady diet of girl power, taught that women could do anything men could do. But when I enter the voting booth tomorrow, I will finally have the choice of whether or not I want to vote for a man or a woman for the highest office in the United States. For the first time in history, there is a woman on the ballot for president.

And that is to be celebrated. That is to be shouted from the rooftop. That is to be appreciated. White women earned the right to vote in 1920--all women earned the right to vote in 1965. It took 50 years, but there is a woman on the ballot.

Regardless of who you vote for, I urge my fellow Americans to take a moment and pause at your polling place to remember all of the women in your life--strong, nasty women--who didn't have the opportunity to vote for a woman, who didn't have that choice. Think of your grandmothers and great-grandmothers--think of your great, great grandmothers who may have not even had the opportunity to step into those little booths.

 I hope that my daughters, and my granddaughters, (and, hell, my sons and grandsons, too) take the notion of female presidential candidates for granted. I hope they glance dismissively at that form and don't take gender into account--I hope whether or not someone is male or female, black or white, gay or straight, jewish or muslim or catholic or atheist doesn't even phase them.

This is a historic election, friends. Another pane in the glass ceiling has been shattered; progress has been made. And no matter who you support, that is so, so exciting.

[also go vote!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!]

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