For ages, I have despised that stupid feminist bumper sticker credo, “Elect women for a change.” Women are not a monolithic body with the exact same views and opinions. As is clearly illustrated in many electoral races, women are as bad – if not worse – conservative reactionaries as men. I would rather elect 100 Bernie Sanderses or Dick Durbins (I love Dick Durbin!) than one Elizabeth Dole, Sarah Palin, Carole Mosley Braun (the lady broke.my.heart) or Kay Bailey Hutchinson. As for Sharron Angle (really, isn’t on “r” enough?) and Christine O’Donnell, I think they are terrifying jokes on America, or some sort of divine intervention to show how we have lost our way on the path to a decent society.
Hence I did not think it would ever be possible to write something with a positive association to Christine O’Donnell. Gawker.com, however, has forced me into the morally reprehensible position in which I have to feel bad for her. In a “story” they posted about how she made out with a younger guy while she was drunk (yawn), the brave anonymous person who bared his soul shared this trauma;
When her underwear came off, I immediately noticed that the waxing trend had completely passed her by. Obviously, that was a big turnoff, and I quickly lost interest.
Yes, OBVIOUSLY heathens like Christine O’Donnell who don’t maintain their crotches based on trends are “big turnoff”s. Terrible! I mean, how dare she! To think that she thought it would be OK to look like, I don’t know, herself! Really utterly disgusting. Right? Seriously.
Now I am in the awful position in which a) I feel bad for O’Donnell and b) she might become the poster girl for the Campaign for Unshaved Snatch (a campaign she could – and maybe should – win rather than a Senate campaign, but whatever). No! This is just wrong. The world is wrong. As Tevye says, “If God want to punish a person, he takes away his good sense.”
I’m not sure what I did to deserve this.
