I’ve avoided writing about the Presidential election until now. And I know this is probably the last place you come to read about politics. But I wonder if you’re not feeling like I was–confused between what my head was saying and what my heart knows to be true.
At the first mention of Sarah Palin’s partnership with John McCain, I put on my
Mother-of-Four Hat:
There’s no way a mother of five can do justice to her family while holding such a demanding position. Really, how can she do all the things I think make someone a good mother and give her all to the government?
Then, I wrestled with myself and ended up wearing my
Ms. Equality-Non-Hypocrite Hat:
If I’m not going to question the ability of fathers of young children (e.g. Barak Obama) to successfully hold public offices, then I won’t question the women of young children.
Right after Ms. Palin’s speech at the RNC last week, my alter-ego slapped on my
Throw-Her-Under-the-Bus Hat:
She’s got what it takes to bring some change to Washington. Let her figure out what to do with her children. I don’t really care, as long as she does what she says she’ll do in Washington.
Oh, but really the hat I need to wear is a
Hard-Hat.
It’s what I’ll need while the doctor uses a crane to extract the BEAM from my EYE.
