Category: The Dish

The Privilege Of A Clinton

Chris Crain notes:

Gloria Steinem’s asks whether a woman born in exactly Barack Obama’s circumstances would ever have made it to the U.S. Senate, much less have a shot at the presidency, but she never stops to ask whether a black woman with Hillary Clinton’s bio would ever have enjoyed the advantage of her husband’s success at the highest level of politics to slingshot her on her way.

The point is that Hillary’s path is the privileged one here, in a way that only a female candidate could be. She emerged into regional and national prominence because of her husband, not because of herself. His career opened her door, however admirably she has taken advantage of that fact.

The Tears Of A Clinton

And, yes, a double-standard:

When George Bush senior cries in public, it’s considered moving. Ditto his moist-eyed son. But in fairness, they have tended to appear moved about things apart from themselves, apart from their own predicaments. Mrs. Clinton was weeping about Mrs. Clinton. If a man had uttered Mrs. Clinton’s aria–if Mr. Obama had said, "And you know, this is very personal for me . . . as tired as I am . . . against the odds," and gotten choked – they would have laughed him out of town.

Maybe they shouldn’t have.

One More Reason To Be A Dog Person

Altogether now – awww:

A pet dog missed the family’s dead cat so much that he dug up his grave and brought the body back into the house… "Then he pulled him into the basket and went to sleep next to him. Arthur’s coat was gleaming white. Oscar had obviously licked him clean. It must have taken him nearly all night."