This coming election produces something of a problem for me.
I’ve no objection at all to there being a female President of the US. Seems like it might even be an idea whose time has come.
But if there is going to be one this time around it’s going to be either Hillary (oh, dear god, no, her only true political belief is that Hillary ought to be able to tell people what to do and they had dman well better do it) or Elizabeth Warren. There’s no female Republican out there that’s even likely to run let along get anywhere.
How Elizabeth Warren got to such questions, and how she has the capacity to deliver them with such authority, is the substance of her political memoir A Fighting Chance, published earlier this year. Its opening could be the voiceover for a title sequence of a Hollywood movie, one pitched somewhere between Erin Brockovich and The Waltons. “I’m Elizabeth Warren,” she writes [cue sequence of our heroine at home and at work, sweating over the Thanksgiving dinner and at her president’s side]. “I’m a wife, a mother and a grandmother. For nearly all my life, I would have said I was a teacher, but I guess I can’t really say that any more. Now I’d have to introduce myself as a United States senator, though I still feel a jolt of surprise whenever I say that. This is my story and it’s a story born of gratitude. My daddy was a maintenance man and my mother worked the phones at Sears. More than anything, my parents wanted to give my three older brothers and me a future…”
Has anyone actually read the whole thing? Does she discuss her adoption of Cherokee ancestry to get diversity in hiring points?
The thing is, sure, maybe it is time for a female President. But seriously, one of these two? Wouldn’t everyone prefer Joe Biden? Even Joe Biden?