Much has been said in recent weeks about women–in particular women who have the unutterable gall to go in to politics. Christine O’Donnell has been the butt of many a joke as well as a little known young woman named Krystal Ball who is running for Congress in the 1st District.
Christine O’Donnell should just stop talking about the witch thing. Who cares? No one really thinks she was a witch. She was a kid. Kids experiment with stuff. How do you ever learn if you aren’t confronted with a few things where you have to decide if this is something you should be doing or not.
O’Donnell’s problem is she hasn’t renounced any of her ideas she espoused as a young person. She doesn’t seem to have refined any of them. Her remarks on masturbation will follow her to the ends of the earth. She needs to kill them off. She needs to say the point of going to the Senate is not to be self serving or something…anything. She needs to take contol and not let those remarks from 12 years ago define her and what she is all about.
Leno was rude. Letterman was crude about Sarah Palin’s daugher, Willow. Real crude.
Krystal Ball’s relative anonymity has gotten a shot in the arm, although probably not the kind she wanted. Someone got hold of some pictures of her and her first husband and friends at a Christmas party, in some frat party type poses. Naturally the pictures went viral and local bloggers had a hayday, especially those of the opposing party. Krystal Ball was not deterred.
The bloggers who posted Ball’s party pictures apparently were never young themselves. They never acted out and they never had a good time. They are as disrespectful as Leno and Letterman. The women they disrespect are someone’s wife, mother, daughter, sister.
Like their politics, hate their politics but cut the dehumanizing crap out. Stick to the issues. Right now it just appears that there is a lot of one handed typing going on. It sounds like Bob Marshall’s Luv Canal Frat boys in a locker room.
And when you are old enough to be someone’s grandmother, you get to say these things without missing a beat. Grow up, boys.
