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My latest hobby has been obsessively looking up dirt on Sarah Palin. (One of you called her Caribou Barbie in a recent post, and I loved it very much). Trav is concerned about this hobby. Every time he comes in and sees me staring at ontheissues.org or muttering about the pitfalls of national leadership that thinks dinosaurs were a joke while living in a state that basically gets to exist because it's on top of liquid dinosaur that makes cars go, well, he laughs at me. But I think he understands that if that woman gets into the White House, I am moving to Mars.
It's strange that we finally live in a time with viable female presidential candidates, and I don't like any of them. When I was 8, I would have voted for Leni Riefenstahl based solely on her gender. I was girl power before the spice girls. When people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said "a feminist," like someone would pay me to not shave my legs or something. And here I am, 20 (HOLY FUCK) years later, and I would forgive Obama if his campaign slogan was "Sarah Palin: Get Back In The Kitchen and Take Those Shoes Off!"
(I mean, seriously? Bristol? Whatever monster names a child Bristol should probably be put on some kind of list. And don't get me started on Trig.)
Why can't we talk about her family? We talk about everyone else's family. The only reason Obama's kids haven't been slid under a microscope is 'cuz they're too young to have gotten knocked up or experimented with illegal drugs. I think if you advocate faith-based, abstinence-centric sex education, the fact that you have a pregnant teenage daughter can at least be acknowledged. Don't talk about the daughter, talk about the parenting. Talk about the delusional nature of the idea that if we tell kids about condoms, or put teenage girls on medication that will keep them from getting pregnant, teenagers would have sex they wouldn't otherwise be having. If you're idiotic enough to think that way, should you even be allowed to operate machinery, much less run the goddamn country?
*ahem*
So I was getting on here to say "This is why I don't look at Livejournal enough - because my internet time is spent obsessively checking www.fivethirtyeight.com and Fark Politics links. It is a sickness. I'm sorry." But it turned into a rant. Oops. Anyway, I'm trying to suck less.
It's strange that we finally live in a time with viable female presidential candidates, and I don't like any of them. When I was 8, I would have voted for Leni Riefenstahl based solely on her gender. I was girl power before the spice girls. When people asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said "a feminist," like someone would pay me to not shave my legs or something. And here I am, 20 (HOLY FUCK) years later, and I would forgive Obama if his campaign slogan was "Sarah Palin: Get Back In The Kitchen and Take Those Shoes Off!"
(I mean, seriously? Bristol? Whatever monster names a child Bristol should probably be put on some kind of list. And don't get me started on Trig.)
Why can't we talk about her family? We talk about everyone else's family. The only reason Obama's kids haven't been slid under a microscope is 'cuz they're too young to have gotten knocked up or experimented with illegal drugs. I think if you advocate faith-based, abstinence-centric sex education, the fact that you have a pregnant teenage daughter can at least be acknowledged. Don't talk about the daughter, talk about the parenting. Talk about the delusional nature of the idea that if we tell kids about condoms, or put teenage girls on medication that will keep them from getting pregnant, teenagers would have sex they wouldn't otherwise be having. If you're idiotic enough to think that way, should you even be allowed to operate machinery, much less run the goddamn country?
*ahem*
So I was getting on here to say "This is why I don't look at Livejournal enough - because my internet time is spent obsessively checking www.fivethirtyeight.com and Fark Politics links. It is a sickness. I'm sorry." But it turned into a rant. Oops. Anyway, I'm trying to suck less.