The lowdown on the recent presidential election.
There’s been a bunch of talk from experts and laymen alike about how it came to be that our new president is our president.
But like a lot of things in life, sometimes the best source of information comes from children.
To analyze the election, I repeat the words of my daughter, Tara, circa 8 years old, somewhere along 1993.
“Mama, it seems that in our country, the people that come first are:
a. White men b. Black men c. White women d. Black women”
“It does kinda seem like that, babe,” said me, her less-intelligent-than-her mother.
“It must suck to be a black lady,” said Tara.
I think her 8-year-old self was right. In the hierarchy that is America, it appears that we’d rather have a black man as president, and – diplomatically speaking – a less statesman-like white man as president, than to have a woman seated in the oval office.
Oh well. I’d still rather be a woman.
The picture: my daughters: Tara, at her exchange sister Anna‘s wedding in Verona, Italy. I missed the most beautiful event ever, for not being able to wrap my head around taking the flight over. Ugh. I will conquer this!