Binder Full of Women . . .
For some reason that's set to the tune of Pocket Full of Sunshine in my imagination. Lots of people have had lots to say about that sound bite, so I wasn't going to weigh in (flip comment on this post aside), but since a couple of you asked me to . . .
I was running late coming home from work Thursday night so only had to time to drop my purse and push the power button on my laptop before the debate started. The laptop was important because I must say that my favorite thing about The Twitter is that it provides a plethora of hysterically funny snark during events such as the Oscars and Presidential Debates. The fact much of the snark is also insightful adds to the pleasure.
Right off the bat I'm pretty pleased because unlike the first debate my candidate seems to be ON. That's a relief.
Then the frustration begins when, in my opinion, Mitt Romney will not answer a single question. My intelligence is already insulted from the feeling that he considers it plausible, even likely, that his vague assertions of "my plan will give you that" and "I'm not going to cut that" are supposed to be accepted by voters.
On first pass, the binder full of women comment whizzed by me as I was immediately stunned by the follow up about the need for a flexible schedule for women because of their responsibilities at home.
I may have actually said aloud (though I was the only one home), "Did Mitt Romney just tell me I should be able to leave work early enough to fix my man some dinner? 'Cause that's what it sounds like he just f***king said."
As the evening went by I read lots of tweets referring to the binder full of women and before the debate was over, I'd visited the genius Tumblr HeyVeronica had up so quickly after the remark was made that one can do nothing but gape in awe and hope she makes the most of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Certainly her moxie and intellect make a comical counterpoint to Mitt's assertion that he had to go looking for qualified women; apparently in all his time before becoming governor he never encountered (or if he encountered them he didn't remember them) smart, talented, well-qualified women. It rather boggles the mind.
I was never going to like Mitt Romney's politics--but I never expected to so intensely dislike Mitt and Ann Romney. Every time I hear either one of them speak I have a visceral sense that they cannot fathom their privilege and their luck and therefore they are 100% not qualified to be any part of running this country. None whatsoever.
They seem to live in some parallel, behind-the-gates community where it's still the 1950s and women, people of color and the poor are considered second-class citizens whose needs and desires deserve no consideration and must be kept in their places at all times and costs and the white, male patriarchy's mission is to perpetuate itself.
I know that there are intelligent women I like and respect who will vote for Mitt Romney. I cannot understand it. I cannot ask them because it would be rude and and if I asked them I would be compelled to rebut their assertions; in a month this election will be over and they will still be my friends and neighbors, so I will not go there. But I do not and can not begin to fathom how they can consider doing this to themselves and their daughters.
Bad Mom wrote a post about white privilege that I wish the Romneys would read. They probably won't, but you ought to. Like Bad Mom, I will never forget to be grateful to the women that came before me in the feminist movement and created a country that allowed me to follow my dreams--no less a wonderful gift because my dreams were fairly traditional and involved a husband and kids.
Today my dream is that President Obama gets reelected; because a country run by the unempathetic likes of Mitt Romney sounds like a nightmare to me.