McCain has learned the secret. The secret that any woman who wants to vote can be swayed by a candidate with a vagina. No matter how polar (bear hating) opposite Palin may be from Clinton, we women will vote for her, because OH MY GOD, SHE’S A WOMAN!!!! I have thrown my pro-choice, work to save the environment, not in favor of guns, beliefs out the window for Palin’s vag!!!
Yeah, I was never a Hillary supporter. I mean she’s a great POLITICIAN!!!! Both Clintons are great POLITICIANS!! Their marriage has to be a sham. Maybe it was once built on love, now though, maybe respect, but really, it’s about getting ahead.
I am a full supporter of Obama and having a woman in the White House doesn’t sway me, unless that woman candidate is the utmost qualified candidate for the position.
Thank you John McCain for realizing we women cannot tell the difference between one woman and another. Thank you for realizing at the end of the day, we are all pretty silly, and probably should count ourselves lucky that we even get the opportunity to vote.
Let’s get a real woman in the House here:
I am infatuated with Michelle Obama. Before her speech, I didn’t really know much about her. She absolutely wowed me! She wrote her own speech (with tweaking from Barack’s speechwriters), she is so well spoken. She is lovely, graceful, stylish. Seriously, I cannot get over her outfits the past couple of nights, just gorgeous. Watching her on Colbert Report, she is able to laugh at herself and at her husband, not in a mean spiteful way, but in a “he may be running for President but he still has to do the dishes after dinner” kind of way. The two of them seem like a great match, intellectually, idealistically, and fashionably! I loved their little “punch in” that people were so up in arms about. That’s what we need, a couple who truly honor one another. They must be the next first family!
I want to have coffee with Michelle Obama! We could go for iced coffee (although I see her as more of a latte drinker) and cranberry/orange scones!!
While I would prefer to keep my migraines out of this blog, I have found that it may be near to impossible. You see, I suffer chronic daily headaches as well as frequent migraines.
Oh they’re clever too. They can strike quickly, or very sloooow! Sometimes my fingers begin to tingle. Every once in a while I become mean, unbearably mean, like the bully who would pick out any physical trait that made for good fodder. There are times that I become rock bottom depressed wondering how my world began to suck so hard.
Then there is the the slow loss of my vocabulary. It used to be after a severe migraine, I would lose words very easily. I pictured my brain with grill marks charred into it. Now though, everyday I struggle to find words and often wind my way around to what I’m attempting to in say in five words rather than two.
As a poet this is turning out to be the hardest part.
Sure migraines are good material for poems. The intense pounding of my head, seeing weird lights, feeling like a pencil is being pushed into my temple or sometimes my inner eye. Or the time (TMI ahead) I threw up red Gatorade and (not wearing my glasses) thought I had internal bleeding!
But this loss of words has really thrown me. I was used to losing words for a day or two during recovery from a brutal migraine. Now, I forget words daily, or for a week at a time. I have to describe to Mike what I am trying to say, in order to find the word. It’s a little unsettling.
It also leads to a lot more revising in my poems.
