I am depressed. This morning I spoke to an intelligent and warm hearted woman. We were discussing the Democratic National Convention. For me, the only convention that promises “something” for women and children and men who like women and children.
Out of her mouth came, “Isn’t it a shame. If Hillary were attractive people would vote for her.”
Hillary not attractive??? That must make me Godzilla’s twin. I knew for sure the age of plastic celebrity had truly arrived.
If you are a woman and you want to be elected President, you have to have a TV show where you belittle and fire people or you have to be surgically enhanced to look “attractive”.
I don’t see the multitudes carrying on about a man with a little extra weight, a balding pate, wrinkles, tired eyes, socks that don’t match, jackets that don’t button anymore.
And as long as I am on the subject of trying to be someone other than who you are, what is it with the media who insist that a woman be all things to all people.
The commentators took Hillary over the coals because her speech didn’t knock it out of the park, was the phrase they used.
It reminded me of some stories about Abraham Lincoln. According to reports, his voice was high and nasal and boring to listen to. With the media on his case, aren’t we grateful print was the sole media of the day, he never would have been elected President.
We only has his printed words to know what kind of man he was as President.
We live in an age of presentation. It’s as if we were all chefs arranging platters of food to please and make it appetizing.
Never mind what it tastes like or if it is healthy. If it looks good it must be good. This was how Lucretia Borgia took care of all those husbands.
I think people cannot handle real reality. Look at the women leaders around the world.No! Don’t look.! LISTEN!
And women…stop it! Stop asking a woman to wear the mask of acceptability not from what she says and what she stands for but for what she LOOKS like.
Beauty and being beautiful and wanting to be beautiful this is not new. I am reading Claire Harmon’s biography of Charlotte Bronte. Charlotte characterizes herself as an homely, plain girl. All the Bronte girls wrote about being plain women.
Agnes Grey, the title character of Anne Bronte’s book, “triumphs over the tyranny of being judged on appearances but the problem lingers in the reader’s mind long after the happy ending has been arranged. Although Agnes knows that it is foolish to wish for beauty, “nevertheless she can’t help wishing she had some, if only to avoid the isolation or, worse, “instinctive dislike” that unbeautiful women constantly encounter”.
Enter Hillary Clinton? You have to be kidding…