Please, just shoot me now. You can't convince me that Givhan, a crappy writer no matter what the topic, is going to write a column about how Chris Dodd looks or about how Mike Huckabee looks.
I mean, honestly: Women have come a long way from the time when wearing a pair of pants was considered "borrowing from the boys." So it would be highly regressive to suggest that the candidate is using trousers to heighten the perception that she can be as tough as a man. And yet . . .
In its way, its as disingenuously bad as the "some rumors say Obama is a Muslim" piece of shit the WaPo recently published.
For a quarter-century now, Democrats have had a habit of selecting brainy, establishment presidential nominees who are frequently pedantic but rarely passionate. Al Gore and John Kerry were bookish, and Michael Dukakis didn't even show emotion when asked about the hypothetical rape and murder of his wife.
The article is subtitled "Nobody Knows More than Hillary" and condemns her for actually knowing what she's talking about, rather than giving a speech long on buzzwords like "hope" and "freedom" and "Jebuz." It's extra cute that the speech Milbank chooses to "illlustrate" her point is a speech given by Clinton to teachers. And even though the teachers applaud throughout the speech, we're supposed to assume that they, like Milbank, hate Hillary for being smart and "methodical." After all, Milbank tells us that the teachers gave Clinton a seated ovation when she finished, rising only to put on their coats.
Goddess guard us from a president who is curious enough to learn the details, intelligent enough to grasp the subject matter, able to do more than show up and catapult the propaganda boulders s/he's been fed by a Karl Rove. Especially if that president is a smart girl.
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."