The Pink Elephant in the Convention

Thursday, September 4th, 2008

I am by no means unbiased, apolitical, fair and balanced. I also am generally opposed to placing my political beliefs upon those around me, including on this blog (unless it’s to decry my own apparent penchant for only meeting and dating Republicans as it were).

That said, whether you’re labeled a “right wing hate-monger” or a “liberal whack-job” (I prefer Raging Lib myself), you can’t help but find yourself incredibly uppity about McCain’s surprise choice for VP and the littlest surprise that she’s brought with her (maybe if it’s a girl, they’ll name her Liberty!), all of which gives me great concern.

How many women, uncertain about their candidate or steadfast supporters of feminism in America, will be swayed? How many will look past the facts of her governorship in Alaska and be romanced instead by the exceptional delivery of a well-crafted speech? How many will rush to align their vote in defense of a formerly unknown female politician simply because they too are mothers, mothers of special needs children, or mothers of soldiers? How many already have dancing visions of a woman in the White House at any cost- morbidly envisioning the demise of the unelected?

The instant and uneducated gravitation; that’s what I’m concerned about. Which is why I ask, who is this Tina Fey-looking Sarah Palin anyway?

Emo, my formerly Republican coworker, watched her speech last night and identified her thusly: “She freakin’ Dick Cheney in a skirt.”

Emo has obviously done his homework. Except for a few moments when she (and here’s where I get really biased) outlined what sounded like the coming of the apocalypse, she didn’t much stand for anything other than to identify herself as a bulldog with lipstick, a PTA member, and a hockey mom who also happens to be a Washington outsider, opposed to the “good ole’ boys” and their chicanery. She’s just like one of us, didn’t you know? She’s a woman, a mother, a soon-to-be grandmother. The personal appeals are staggering.

As it turns out, among her other proclivities toward drilling in her state and gun control, Palin is known for preaching abstinence. Which means that it cannot help but be thrown back in her face that her own daughter is a prime example of how effective that can be.
Despite not being a parent myself, I don’t think all responsibility for the choices of the child, or in this case the 17-year-old young adult, can be heaped wholeheartedly upon the parent. And whether the call for the privacy of one child in the family way, while making an example of the other on his way to Iraq, is an acceptable political mother’s prerogative is not for me to say (but simply note?).

What I can say is that however one decides to judge Palin the mother, the values- the political values- of Palin the candidate ought to be manifest. Not the pink elephant at the convention.

3 Responses to “The Pink Elephant in the Convention”

  1. It really is a far-cry from the “religious right” and while I think that the pregnancy of a young girl is nothing new nor national news, the fact that her mother is who she is and is supposed to stand for what she is supposed to stand for…

    I think McCain is a gutsy septuagenarian…

  2. HA! Nicely put.

  3. Also, for a little more fun with this, check out Quattro Stelle’s post:

    http://quattrostelle.blogspot.com/2008/09/dear-bulldog-hockey-mom.html

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